Tag Archives: escape

Run

Press against resistance

deliver from moments left on the floor

scattered across the hall

I run.

Seething at darkness creeping

into photograph ghosts left hanging

littering walls with pain

I run.

run…

Where can I go
Where the images cannot touch memory
and memory not ravage tender heart bleeding?

and so I run
down halls with walls hung with tears.

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Escape-ism

The need to escape,
is a fire building at the
base of skull and reaching
to the movement of my feet
it is a reason
creating its own season
of relentless storms
in the wake
quake
and lunging backwards
I have been sensing
lately…
and I just
want
to run…

Because surely
I can leave the me
behind always
siding with the need
in me to remain
inside
and cope
to be the woman
I know I should be
instead:

Skydiving maddly
through the world
of my own visions
to places I have yet
to visit
and absorbing the thrill
of life
in the quickening breath
of the outside
air.