"I got lost on the highway of happiness amongst the mountains
Took a wrong turn on the road of regret.
And I found myself walking through memories,
That I'd been trying hard to forget,
They grew out of cracks in the sidewalk
Found their way up the bricks of the walls,
With thorns grown so sharp that they promised,
To pierce my young heart should I fall,
These memories spread endlessly outwards,
Until they were too far away to be seen.
But as I bent down to study some closer
I found something nestled between
There tucked beneath all the brambles,
Were memories I'd long since forgotten
Pieces of proof that my lifetime,
Wasn't just made of things that were rotten,
The flowers had slowly been growing
From the moment that I had been born
But they'd almost lost sight of the sunlight
When I'd only remembered my thorns,
And as I stumbled back onto the highway,
I knew there was much more to learn
But in a world that is fearful of failing
I was glad that I made a wrong turn."
-Poem By Erin Hanson