ALL THE SAME

I find both comfort
and terror in remembering
the echoes of the steps once trodden
and the words thus whispered from the ground
and path on which i stepped,
which communicate to me a cacophony of realities
that make me who i am in this
very moment.
That in itself is
the most important fact.
For she will lead me
into who I will be,
yet she is the concoction
of who I have been.
Remembering brings me both
comfort and terror all the same.