I need to run away.
Need an escape.
a different place.
I need to be alone.
Though solitude is too dangerous now,
a part of me knows.
Vultures waiting,
to rip the flesh off my bones.
I need to run away.
I need to move.
Need to be free.
Free from the doubt and guilt in my mind.
Free from the shame, and all of it\'s kind.
I want to be awake at night.
Feel the emptiness in my sight.
In the darkness, only small pockets of light:
Is where I need to be.
The only place that feels right.
Still in the light,
but not overexposed.
Not trapped in a cage,
but not thrown to the wolves.
I need to run away.
But how can a person truly escape,
the haunting, the sorrow, that eats up their mind?
What and how to pack up, and leave things behind?
I want,
I need,
I crave;
The place where I can start to grieve.
The place, the feelings, that tug and pull me.
A field in the night,
where no one knows me;
Where no one controls me.
Someplace where I can cry and scream,
how I\'ve never been able to before.
A slow dawn where I can start again, and breathe;
and know there is more.