I’m rushing back in,
Finding my feet have taken me
Back to the beginning of the worn path
While I was sleeping.
The familiarity is horrifying.
I know every brittle leaf, every decimated tree,
Every cold burst of wind, every sharp branch,
Every dark thought.
I know every step (I’ve taken) on this road,
To the point where I turned around-
I was afraid of where it would lead
And how it would end.
I walk against my will-
I walk backwards,
Facing the light I leave behind.
How far will I go down this time?
I claw at the dirt, bruising my fingertips.
I need you to pull me back,
Back to the other path,
The lighted path-
The old life.
