Echos

Ripping the scar off to see if a wound has healed
Taking the same road to see if it goes some where new
Speaking the same words to see if you hear something different
Tasting the same bitterness to see if it has sweetened
Letting the already banished ghosts in, serves no purpose other than to create hell. 
This is not where we are, this is not where we are going. We deserve to let the scar lie, travel our new road, speak the loving truth, taste the sweetness that we create, together, forward, no ghostly companions along for the ride. We have been to hell, got the T-shirt, moved on, time to burn the bridge back.