A sharp turn, a steep decline,
And the pavement gives way to dirt.
Daylight turns startlingly to twilight.
The thick grey air is strangely tasteless.
Laying eerily amongst the trees,
It doesn’t oppose my trespass.
The thud of wood reminds me that once,
I spoke my deepest secrets,
and faced my deepest fear.
My heart would have stopped
if it wasn’t racing.
I inhale horror
larger strides, quicker steps
but those moments won’t be left behind
Thoughts of love
Thoughts of longing
Thoughts of sui-
Footfalls crunching on gravel
Clear air meets my lips
And strengthens me to outrun the past
My feet slam the ground and carry me ever forward
Refusing my heart’s quiet sobs to turn around.