To look back and know what should have been,
what could have been ensures that no unexpected bumps and pains
clutter the familiar trail. If-onlys and might-haves
litter speech like so many tasted apples, left to rot in ditches.
Best intentions and broken promises are little guidance
On the path before us; we travel with arms outstretched,
feeling our way, leading with our hearts exposed, vulnerable.
Some worship the pantry of the past, stocked with pretense and lost dreams.
Others choose to close the door on shattered light, pretend
That nothing worth having is left behind.
The few walk inside, turn each cracked and tarnished memory like a jewel
and leave the door open for others
to take what they will need for the journey.