Footsteps

I heard him stepping out and slipping in,
the bloody ghost of my past…
intruding my life over and over again
and I feel used,

naked,

tormented,

abused.

I heard him stepping out and slipping in,
laying down his burdens on my shoulder
as if I am a bin meant for the trash
but I felt lighter

when at last…

this time he listens to my plea…
to let me NOT live in his shadow
and create my own footsteps!

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