Footsteps in a broken silence,

The echoing steps of fear.

Each new step brings terror, each moment -

Fear in each moment, each year.

A broken silence, a shattered still,

With no way to break free.

Trapped in our ways like an old, paused song,

Will things ever be the same for me?

A shattered silence, a shattered mirror -

The reflection of all my pointless days,

And the echoing steps pound in my head,

A sign of danger, so everyone says.

Running in fear of my own cruel life,

I run through the dark of my mind.

I understand now - they were MY steps,

As I stop to look behind.

Driven mad by my own steps of fear,

I don't know myself anymore.

My shattered life, no more peaceful silence,

I'll be forced to run evermore.

Copyright © Catriona Elizabeth Mowat 2006