Old dusts settle in your shadow, left behind
they set and stretch into the darkness of your past.
The wind against your face coaxes the dust off your hair
and all the grime floats away, settling on your trailing footsteps.
And while you may think those chapters have been closed,
the memories are there, dusting in the shelves.
You step into your future clean and blank
like a slate, but the dirt always remains
waiting for the storm from your past
to throw the fate in your face.
Despite the leaves you turn,
the marks are always there
buried under your feet, and all the steps you walk
won’t free you from the stench of your missteps
airborne in the wind.
Aldas is a writer and editor with MA in Creative Writing. He had the privilege of being chosen as the Irish Writers Centre delegate for the International Literature Festival Dublin 2020. His work has been featured in Cabinet of Heed, The Fiction Pool, Qutub Minar Review and elsewhere. You can find out more at http://www.aldaskruminis.com/.
Twitter: @AKruminis