
Old stories and
weary bones
hanging off
my soul.
They weigh me
down and
slow my
pace on this
arduously spiny
trek towards
Truth.
I am myself
and I am not.
I am me
and the shadows
I create.
Those beings
that creep
behind me,
that stalk.
Catching me up
on this sagging
trail I drag
my feet along.
Those dark shadows
will someday blank me
once they solve
the puzzle of
my footsteps
now meandering
and uncertain
of the choices
I made.
The yeses
and nos
and maybes
that got me
struggling
down this
weary road.
Where old stories
lie down and die
and weary bones
join the descent.
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