Don’t look back over your shoulder.
Let the memories fill you with laughter.
Tears though.
At first a trickle,
Glistening as they forge their own path
Across your cheeks,
Which burn with emotion.

You stop.
As though that invisible hand is against your chest
Temptation beckons
Oh it feels warm
And so inviting.

Reluctantly almost,
You take one more step
Every sinew screaming
Racked with emotion almost uncontrollable
You pass through the terror
Into a new world.


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