When you walk through blizzards or a sandstorm

Your footprints will disappear as soon as you

Step out of them. There’s no way to review

The places you’ve been. The meanings get worn

Away so quickly that everything sworn

As a truth is seen as a lie. You do

Your best to brace yourself, but life this new

Hasn’t washed the blood from just being born.

That’s how they see your choice to start again.

It goes through the birth-pangs of a divorce

With people in the room that don’t belong.

There’s blood about everything. Someone tends

To covering up the past. And you’re forced

To save it, before every footstep’s gone.