We each hold a diary,
its nestled within our minds .
We place the thoughts and actions there,
throughout time.
Some pages holds a golden hue,
where others are torn and broken
through time.
You see it's all in our choices of
what we do ,
often actions so blind .
The diaries that remain are filled with
joy and bring on the smiles,
are those memories of joy once known
as a child.
A we grow and start finding our own way,
so often becoming lost such a price we pay .
If you were taught wrong and feel
sadness today ,
if you are old enough to realize it go
the other way.
For within the dreams we each
carry in our minds,
we each have the strength to open
our eyes .
If you can wish it then make it so,
bring light to the darkness and let
the past go.
If you haven't reached the child
from within ,
try looking into the mirror and give
her a big grin.
Oh she is there and will burst with
such joy,
she will reach out to the world and love
will be deployed.
For life is such a treasure often stricken
down through memories of the past,
only you are the keeper of the soul
to create good memories to last .
For each good memory the old memories fade,
bringing your body to a new place to play.
Finding often we hold ourselves back,
then blame it on others for the muse we lack.
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