The day was short, the good ones usually are. My bright yellow Sun stretches it's arms past the horizon. Greeting my eyes with a firm hand shake. The moist, cold, dew tickle the souls of my bare naked feet. And the grass hugs each of my individual toes. She is still asleep. The world is so quiet; I can hear the growth of premature seeds beginning their journey into adulthood. I close my eyes, let the sweet melody of chirps slide gently into my ear drums and kiss them softly. I've escaped, made it past the point of no return. Coming out married on the other side.

Each stem of grass falls over on top of it's neighbor. This tells me someone is coming, and at first I believe it is her. I brave myself for her warm and loving embrace of her awakening for a brand new day. But instead, my unguarded heart is shattered by the unsettling and completely recognizable whisper of my past.

The sinister breath of what I've spent a life time running from has once again found it's way back to me. Like a cancer. His sinful voice musters a slimy, crude, and unwelcome"Hello". The birds melody is no longer occupying the soundtrack of my life. Initially (or in every case before) I would run away. Far away from what I've always known I cannot escape. Run faster than any hungry lion. Run with my desire and passion to reach my goal than the mothers thought of the food she must catch for her cubs. No. My legs are betraying me. My legs are saving me. There is no running. No scapegoat. No diverging. I have not escaped. I will never be able to escaped. Never will I be free from these chains of the former me. I must turn and face it now. Full heartedly. So I can finally remove this life long weight. Finally, no longer carry this disaster on my unsettling shoulders.