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carry

carry

And along the way, we’ll meet a thousand faces, maybe more.  
Some might come closer than the rest,  
but only a few—perhaps fewer than that—  
will truly understand the quiet language of your heart.

And as you walk, it’s important to stay young,  
to forgive, let go of yesterday's heavy hands.  
Keep only the memories that make you feel alive.

We carry so much weight,  
the baggage of fractured dreams, words unsaid,  
and separations left behind like footprints in the sand.  
Why not lighten the load?  
Take only what fits in a backpack.

And when, someday, you find someone  
who understands the way your soul moves,  
don’t forget how vital it is—  
to forgive, to forget, and to love freely.

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David Wakeling

This has a lot to unpack.Well written.I am hoping one day I meet someone who can understand the way my soul moves.

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Bernie Martin

I like the line "but only a few - perhaps fewer than that." And I have to ask myself why I like it. For its honesty, because it comes from someone who has been through a lot, because it mirrors myself. Any, or all three, of those. This may be what you feel now, I can totally empathise with that, and the reluctance it implies to expose yourself to something again, but you will find those who will understand your heart. 
We carry baggage. Oh boy don't we just. I like the metaphor of the backpack. Hard though it may be to achieve. 
You deserve to, and you will, find that person who understands the way your soul moves. We all do eventually. 

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