at night i run with the ghosts of the failures from my past. my mistakes left me scarred with a map of trial-and-error-routes. i’m not afraid to get hurt defending what i hold dear…if only i knew what’s worth investing my heart and energy in. i run with my ghosts, reminders of lessons learned. “turn wounds into wisdom” they whisper through their sharpened teeth. i don’t regret having scars. they’re part of life. one day i might come to terms with what i’ve become.