the path i walk

i

walk

a

winding

path

paved

with

my

regrets,

the

worn

cobblestones

under

my

bare

feet

rough

against

my

skin.

i

can

feel

the

ghosts

of

my

poor

decisions

tugging

at

my

heels,

beckoning

me

to

turn

and

go

down

that

path

again.

i

can

smell

the

enticing

aroma

of

toxic

love,

tempting

me

to

stop

and

breathe

a

little

longer.

i

can

taste

the

bitter

tang

of

sadness

in

the

air,

calling

me

to

wallow

in

its

depths

for

a

second

more.

i

can

hear

the

bickering

voices

that

would

pry

inside

my

head,

whispering

to

me

to

listen

to

their

words

anew.

i

can

see

the

heat

of

my

forgotten

anger,

shimmering

in

the

air

as

a

spiteful

reminder

of

my

past.

i

know

the

path

is

summoning

me

back,

but

i

hold

my

head

high

and

keep

striding

onward.