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I am walking on a field, looking down at red earth. New sand welcomes my feet into a whole new world. Yet, with each step I take pain shoots up my legs. Piercing blades cut into my feet. Confused, I look down again. Just beautiful red sand, no thorns, no blades, nothing to wound me. I look behind me, the path I just walked through. And then it becomes plainly obvious.
The road of thorns, thistles and broken glass behind me have left their mark. Stepping into a new life has brought comfort, but there is still lingering sadness from the life I left behind. I need to sit down for a while, in the red sand, and take each splinter, every thorn and all shards of glass out of my feet. I need to give myself time to heal, to bleed, to cry. And then, when I am strong, I can try to walk again.
There will always be scars, there will always be memories. But it least it won’t hurt as much.
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