Errors Along the Way

I will build a shop with no shingles,
A place to hide mistakes,
Bad decisions under lock and key,
To protect my spirit’s ache.

I may need to expand the shop,
Hidden, as it is from traffic,
There’s no address to search,
Only I know how to find it.

I visit my shop from time to time,
Even as the memories fade,
Like blisters on the soles of my feet,
From balm my spirit made.

September 16, 2021