We each
have different
memories
to sit and sift,
then pulling out
the gems
we hold them
to the light
to compare
our reference points.
They stir
the deepest longings
of a childhood
where innocence
was interspersed
with threads of fear.
We held hands
and held our breath
then leaped
into
our adult lives
to follow
the slightest
hint of wind.
The smallest thing
can change your life.
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Originally published on Medium, 2022
A lovely poem :)
It is amazing how the smallest things can be so huge. You created a gem of a poem 💎