A Promise
No turning back,
no longing glance,
no nagging whisper of a faint "what if."
I walk
bearing vivid scars,
memory of a strangled life.
The lingering scent of shredded dreams
haunts me, unbidden.
Still I walk,
unbroken and free.
6.12.2016
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