"Burn the bridges
Run and hide"
A command I obeyed often,
unquestioning, knees quaking, heart racing.
But when the threat seems to have passed,
When it has been long since I have heard from my past,
It is hard to stay away.
The heart shall have its way.
Until the familiar dread grips hold of me again
Until the desire to vanish claws at me again
The fangs have sunk deep
I am about to yield
wreck it all up again
throw it all away
I wonder if there will be anything left to be salvaged
the next time I rush back to pick up the pieces
too many do-overs
Now tired of running away, I say
even as I fear, "come what may"