They never left him. Not even when he slept. Always following like a shadow; he called them shadow-beasts. They haunted him. How they were born, only he knew that. His past was not conventional. The baggage of his memories weighed on him. Getting heavier with every exhaustive breath and step.
Miserable, but clever he was. Clouded by his past he could not talk. He wanted to change his life but was afraid of the new. Though, the devil he carried was bitter, familiar still they were. But no more could he take.
And he unburdened himself from all his past. But did the ghosts leave me? Cleverly, they hung around. Lost and confused he felt, and hauntingly, his past seemed like the only way. For months he dabbled in and out, for the fear of losing what he had. The pain scorched and burned. Cut and scarred.
He took in a breath and closed his eyes. Upon which he saw the ghosts that lay. Petrified he stood, his mouth sealed. With a cry, he stripped naked and left everything behind.
He left everything he had, and his identity was lost. Scared though he was, he walked alone on his path. Months and days went by, but nothing seemed to flourish. He continued until he broke; angry but hopeful he was.
He found his path, after years of searching. Still farther it was. With nothing to his name, but only his faith and courage, he walked on. Each step was tougher than before, but a simple action it was.
With every step, he lost one thing close, but then he gained two. The fruition of his courage was brought in after years of faith and courage. He believed with his heart until he achieved what he set.
Life Design 