May 15, 2020

I was walking around as if someone was following me, I felt dragged down by the past behind me. I was feeling like I was being chased by something as I ran faster, being dragged down past, I wasn’t sure.

I was wondering when I could let go of this doubt that seemed to shadow me, this past that seemed to always look past me. I was drowning in my past, something that I had done or the things that I had seen. It had become a part of me, but I could not let it go, I could not walk past it.

Weakness is a choice spray painted on the ground

It is as if I will always have a shadow following me around.

By Mac

I am looking to change the rhetoric and perception of the American Veteran, one person at a time. #Post8ForLife Semper Fi! 🇺🇸

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