Don't look back

You know what you will see?
Between those burned bridges
and all your sunken ships
as usual bloodthirsty sharks meander.

Distrust swims crisscross
in the midst of a school of piranhas
biting themselves, cutting as a knife,
in the calves of all those bygone days.

It was a time
that you learned to keep your head up
trying not to sink again

and again
drinking the cup of gall
that they spouted.

A not faltering willingness
to conquer the stream
as a salmon,
to avoid as a fragile fly
the strikes of the flyswatter,
refining your stealth mode
to vanish into nothing at all,

to disappear completely of their radar.

Put you GPS on straight ahead,
concentrate on the friendly voices
that will guide you, explore the road.

Don’t deviate.

Let the leeches
slime on the side of the road
the rats and the wolves will find them,
recognize them as their own
to devour.

The nails of your coffin
are by no means available yet.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere
27/06/2015