Escape My Fate

Some people run because they love it
Because they have to
I run because I’m running
from something.
Pushing
Swerving
Cutting up the ball
And then
you take off.
Flying
So fast your feet don’t feel the ground
It doesn’t feel like
There’s anything
Holding you down
Sweat pouring
Down my forehead
My eyes start to rain
But it blends together
No one knows
My sweat is tears.
Shoving past
I can’t feel her
She is just an object
In the way
I will do anything
To get past this obstacle
Gathering speed
Pass, kick, shoot
All
Blending together
She is just a shape
Not a person.
I push past.
The coach is talking
But I hear nothing
Besides the rush
of wind
through my hair
and the drumbeats of my feet
striking the ground.
I never
stop moving.
This is part of the game.
The game of escaping
This is my escape
If you never stop moving
You never
have to face
what is chasing you.
Whistle blows
Yellow card
He is yelling
Says I won’t play next game
But I smile, because
for a moment
I have escaped.





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