On the trail towards growth
Old pain dug up
And constant echoes ring
I never thought they’d come again
Yet the don’t slow me down
Although still catching me off guard
More and more as time passes
The ghosts of old actions
Even in places untouched
Still reaching with dead hands
To hold to metamorphic life
It falls through opaque fingers
It imbues my life with sorrow
Now all that I imbibe
Filling hollow bowels
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