“A Faded Trail”

I found this poem on a partially torn scrap of paper in my bedroom. I know the scribbled cursive is my hand writing, though I don’t actually remember writing it and I’m pretty sure I wasn’t still on Ambien since the handwriting is mostly legible. The EXPERIENCE of the poem is mine, though. I DO remember that.

A Faded Trail
Nothing’s left but faded memories.
I stopped, ignored the warnings.
I didn’t listen to a word,
Found myself awake in mornings
Hearing sounds I’d never heard.
And inside the walls had crumbled.
I could feel forgotten tears—
All at once, proud and humbled,
Full of courage, full of fears.
Welcomed back into the color,
I then wondered what I’d missed—
Thought myself filled up with valor
As I searched and I wished
To find a scrap of memory
A taste or smell that might remind.
I could only look in front of me,
The trail faded out behind.