An Original Poem by Catelin Haight
Through the spectacles of the soul
We magnify the past
Focusing on the rocks that stubbed our toes
The wine that tasted bitter
The words that cut like knives
But when we reflect upon such happenings,
We must also remember
That we learned to wear our shoes
That we grew to like the taste
That wounds healed
And left us with a story to tell.
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