Crash out flat,
a big revelation.
Bubbles boiled,
Right under the skin.

My body reminds me,
Of the heat that burnt my blood.
Slice open my left hand,
Squeeze the blood
drops on the page.

Whether I stay
Or whether I go.
This haunting,
Still roams my soul.

Stopped pushing her away,
The ghost begged to play.
With open arms,
I invite her to light the way,

She shows me our past,
How they had me walk on glass.
It became clear,
Why my feet were too
Sore to run at their pace.

Her phantoms of truth
Gave respite to my
Weary and battered soul.
Embracing the terrors
Allowed me to embrace a
Life of walking,
A speed that suits me just right.