The Stepping Stone

This just too big of a stepping stone,

To everything I so badly wish to forget,

You’re unaware that you hold a key,

To a door I hate to open,

I live everyday terrified,

that I am broken beyond repair,

That no one will dare to stay,

Because I scream too many songs

filled with grief, pain, and bitter spite.

I stay close to the place,

where I feel most safe,

I feel him staring at my back,

As I walk along my roads

His face set in that expression

I’m far to familiar with,

It’s covered in ghostly shadowy figures

that I’ve fought to be unafraid of

His hand rests comfortably just above my trigger,

If his finger were to pass

and lightly touch it’s surface

I’d lose my composure and fall apart

And I can never tell anyone,

It’s reopening an old wound,

and drenching it in salt,

This is why I hesitate 

it’s too big a stepping stone

to everything that makes me break.