filled with fear
from all the old ghosts
i think
it is happening
again
i am there
again
supposedly
not who
i once was
but the ghosts
they haunt me
i tell them to
let me go,
remind myself
that everything,
everything is different
and wonder
with eyes wet
skin cold
heart trembling
what if
it’s not?
what if it
is only
a matter of time
and i
am once again
perched
on the edge
of breaking?
narinda heng 