The past is gone.
No going back.
But the stories remain
To be told and retold.
Each story paves a road
Under this step I am taking now.
Was the story a happy one?
Or does recalling it bring unsteadiness?
With my magic eraser and imagination in hand,
A re-write can re-pave, filling in the holes.
Learning from my journey
And allowing it to support my feet
Before starting out again
Toward the future.