I ran to the hills to catch a breath, a few breaths,
some new fucking lungs.
I needed time,
Everyone needs time sometimes,
Despite what we’re raised to believe.
I needed my memory and in these hills
the last they were seen.
The smell alone was enough,
The cedar, the soil.
And just as I suspected, they arrived.
Many say you can’t live in the past and I agree
it can be a horrid place.
But you also can’t heal what hasn’t been exposed.
And there are few things I find more courageous than facing your greatest opponent.