Paralyzed By The Past
We can’t move forward until you deal with your trauma
Go ahead! Walk away like always!
Run fast and far, you fugitive!
Your demons will still give chase!
Hide, hunker down, lay low
The past, it stalks you
It’s futile to
Bury deep
Your old
Wounds
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Ryan Burkey
PNW native. Government analyst by day and a writer, song-writer and musician by night. Writing topics include nature, faith, relationships, and social commentary. Hobbies are traveling, coffee shop vibes, food, and comedy.
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"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl7 days ago in Fiction
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Wounds still stalk you as you walk, urging you to run far and away, despite the demons still chasing you. Powerful poem, I enjoyed reading it.