One, Two,
Counting Steps...
Footprints abandoned
Faded,.. Shallow...
Impressions left
Guiding Figures
Silhouettes alight
Shadows cast
Walls in plain sight
A bright future
A creeping past
Encroaching on a lone survivor
Stuck opposed
Gazing at our traces
With twisting faces
I could not follow
As shadows tugged on my ankles
Closer we become
I want to help them
But foreboding it becomes
The light ahead flickers
A need to look
But terror rises
The gleaming lights tell me to face forward
I cannot look away
As I see their shoulders
Weighted in shadows
The chill up your spine
Pulling you back
Climbing further
An odd desperation
As they start to sway
Closer it comes
I can no longer keep it at bay
The dread overcoming them
Panic reaches me too!
I reach ahead
Seeking a hand
Hoping for anything
So small and unaware
Unprepared
Searching for my guide
There is none to be found
The light has gone
The weight on my back grows
As I know what's coming
Scared and alone
I look towards the other lost soul
As they look at me
Our eyes meet.
Such big eyes...
That I wish could only look forward
Knowing I cannot prevent it.
They sink to their knees
As though a last apology
I finally turn
And see what they see
Little me,
I'm so sorry
A wreckage of shadows
Footprints, not as they once seemed
No calmness or peace-
As once trained to believe
You will be here for a time
Horrors overcome
As truth is lost
Trust corrupted
You will lose sight-
Of all that you know
As I did
You will soon
Seeing the weight
Of every step taken
I hadn't known
I carried so much
Now you see
What lies at our backs
Was I blind to not see?
No.
You suppressed,
You survived.
The horror we could foresee
Even that which we couldn't
Has greater clarity in hindsight
Time will bring the past to meet you
Time will heal
Time will tell
Will you have enough to wait for it
History exists at all points in time
When the past meets present
It will become you
If you let it
Will you?
Or will you be stuck
At the wreckage where they joined
Carrying it to your future.
About the Creator
Anabeth Conatts
I love writing and it gives me joy. I hope that everyone finds something in life that gives them joy too.



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