It took 33
years to draw this map
The one you
see when you look at me
It shows
where I’ve been
The rivers I’ve
cried
The mountains
I’ve overcome
It shows you
the places I’ve loved
And the
valleys of laughter are clear
The dark
lands of sorrow too
Recently the
summers are showing more clearly
A sign post
of my mother’s design
It shows the
winters of contentment too
Most obvious
in the holes unused in my belt
The thing
with this map though
Is that there is no legend
We’re all
blind when we try to read each other’s faces
So many stories are hidden within this 33 year
old map
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