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The return
I returned to the old school grounds.
I felt the hegemony still in the air.
A plague of a dozen stares.
Trauma walked with me, up the stairs.
The school hall was filled with lions and bears.
Their teeth as sharp as their tongues.
Again, I felt as if I was the only one.

And yet... something was different.

I walked with grace and valor.
No more ego or pride.
I breathed in my fear,
despite the corridor of tears.

I saw faces that use to taunt me,
memories that still haunt me.
All within a single breath,
no more fear was left.

I remembered the good times.
The days of laughter, friends and boring classes.
All the times I forgot my glasses.

Today, I faced my pain.
Fear is the mind-killer–
yet, only I remain.

© DolorTheDaimone