walk

through,
around,
under, and
near……

i feel
so many
ghosts
tickling at my heels.

what, and
who
i may have been,
float in
and out
of skull,
and heart.

rasping
memories of hurts long passed,
(unbeknownst)
have
chained me
to you,
away from my soul’s fount
away from my Muse’s manna
away from my destiny.

but,
look there!
yes,
a different view.
let me again lace up my shoe
and walk my path,
revealed,
anew.