Runaway

M. Evermore

I stop

And stare,

Frozen

There is a choice to be made

Thoughts run through my mind

What if…

Maybe…

I don’t know…

But…

Doubts and chaos

Emotions running high

Could I?

I take a step

Light hits me,

Warmth

I see my shadow

It falls farther behind

Walking, skipping, sprinting

There is wind in my hair

Sun in my eyes

I’m laughing,

Gasping

Flying

I feel no pain, no ache

I am higher than the sun,

Lighter than the sky

I am an eagle,

Painted as I dip and dive

I am a cry of life,

A determined soul

I am myself,

A runaway

And I can fly

  • Author: M. Evermore (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 16th, 2022 15:31
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 9
  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    there's a Hungarian, proverb that goes:
    'running away is a shame, but
    It, Is: Useful!'..
    (we must survive, to feel shame
    and if we're alive n well, enough
    to feel shame
    then someday soon, maybe
    we'll be afforded the opportunity
    to redeem ourselves, but first
    we Must, survive...!)
    thank you! for sharing your wisdom
    and remining us
    we're not all, born to be conquering
    heroes
    and that's, Perfectly: Fine!



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