My Memories

My memories are a labyrinth
Winding corridors
Secret doors
Dead ends and pitfalls

My memories are a quilt
Cut apart pieces
Stitched together fragments
Painstakingly reassembled

My memories are a map
Charting my life
From place to place
From then to now

My memories are a book in progress
Half written chapters
In need of editing
With no ending.

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