If I should cross into forsaken places…
….what may I find?
Only the desolate ruins of a bygone life
Or could there be treasures unknown
waiting in the dark places,
left behind and lost
when I ran from the memories,
when I chose the mists of oblivion?
One foot on the bridge
spanning the lies I told myself
to escape remembering,
I search within for the courage
I know I must have had to survive.
To go forward into the past,
to search and discover,
or to hide forever from myself
in a groundless future?