July 30, 2020

moving forward

I’m barely standing

teetering on the edge
in the land of no man
where dust blankets
those that try to survive

going back
to the safety of what was
an illusion painted
with brushstrokes of pain
no safety there

moving forward
to growth
rips up wounds
I’m terrified to confront

unable to go back
unable to stay here in the land of no man

so I go
because I left

I left the past
I ran away
I made it this far
hope as my companion

so I go
where I must
toward what I can become

-alie, traveler