Many a times history catches up with the present
And the skeletons we fought to get rid of
The daggers that we failed to duck in time
They resurface in their own due course
Taunting mocking
Hiding behind the darkness of the night
Like mirrors they reflect the soul
The heart in its shards
And every time it seems
A step forward is possible
These memories lurk out
of the shadows
And question.
And stare.
And reveal its wounds.
And the weight it bears.
After all if one has fallen four steps back
Can one have enough strength to take one step forward?
