it is horrible…

…to fear the place you once loved.

And to see a street corner
you knew so well…

…and be afraid of its shadow.

To see familiar steps,
be unable to climb them.

I never understood
how people lived with fear.

Women afraid to walk home alone…

…people afraid of…

…white powder in their mailbox…

…darkness and night.

People afraid of people.

I always believed that fear
belonged to other people.

Weaker people.

It never touched me.

And then it did.

And when it touches you, you know…

…that it’s been there all along…

…waiting beneath the surfaces
of everything you loved.

And your skin crawls…

…and your heart sickens…

…and you look at the person you once were

walking down that street…

…and you wonder, will you?

Will you ever be her again?


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