Running
Running, running is all that
I can do.
Never able to escape
From the fear,
I'm running from.
Always deciding which way to turn.
Always fearing what will happen next.
Never stop running in fear of being caught.
Never stopping when I reach a dead end.
Going as far as I can feel.
Feeling the ground beneath my feet.
Pounding the dirt as I run for my life.
Feeling free with the wind in my hair,
and my anxiety gone for just a moment.
Not being caged, or talked down a pawn.
Just free is the only words
that would truly indeed
be the only words to describe it.