is made up of
scents and
feelings
sights
and emotions
hurt and healing
you know
when you step
into a room
just what you felt
months ago
and even though
i'm a bit shaky
on the science
of it
the feeling's always there
even if you don't
remember it
the ghost
of what you were
outlines the path
of where you're
going
as you walk
step by step
towards the
coming sun
(run)
poem inspired by this prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2015-april-pad-challenge-day-16
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