Like a trip along the Icknield Way,
My journey began long ago
And contains many ghosts.
In the beginning, it was euphoric
Everything was new and exciting,
Even the missteps were intriguing.
My needs and desires were all met.
Companions surrounded me.
Worry, and fear were at bay.
Treading the footsteps of the past,
I slowly learned to navigate.
Some faces stayed, others changed.
In time, I found a path worth exploring.
With solemn and curious eyes I set out,
And left the past behind.
Like a ghost caught between two worlds,
Though, the past does not know how to die.
It haunts and guides me along my way.
Every time that I try to forget that it exists,
It reaches out and pulls me back.
“I am still here,” it whispers in my ear.
Now, I know the past is not to be ignored.
Without its ghosts, we walk blindly on our journey
With no map to guide us across the land.
by Cody McCullough