A Map of Me By Roads of You

It starts at innocence
Travel a few years north and stop;
you've reached
(vulnerability)
(experience)
(heartache)

Stand at the crossroads between 16 and happy
Really, when you didn't know, things were better.
Easier? Hardly.
Small pain felt bigger than your heart's wingspan
It could overflow down your cheeks.

But there stood so many bodies.
So many minds, hearts, souls, words;
all lined up on these roads.
You've picked some up, dropped some off.

Some remain with you.

Let them guide you, even on roads already traveled.
Treasure this piece of the journey.
Every piece.