Deja Vu

I fear walking down the same path again.
I worry about meeting the same fate.
It concerns me, consumes me..the fact that I would walk into a place and suddenly find myself saying "Hey, I've been here before."
The doubts never fade but with faith, the thought stumbles backward until it cripples in a corner of my mind. Waiting. Waiting for me to be weak again in order to resurface.