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And I sit here alone.
This somber tone a reflection of my life.
For so long I’ve wanted to escape,
to break free from the bonds of this life.
And I haven’t.
I contemplate the possibilities.
Why am I waiting?
I realize I have nothing worth waiting for.
And then without preparation…
I run.
Against the wind and fighting it.
My hair tumbling behind me.
As I break into a sprint…
I realize there are tears streaming down my face.
But they are not for joy.
They’re cries of anguish,
And I feel broken.
I’ve always wanted to just run….
Run away.
But now that I am,
It’s not what I thought it’d be.
I thought it would be exhilarating,
And I’d feel free.
But I feel more trapped than ever.
But I just keep going.
Afraid if I stop….
I’ll fall apart.
And this time…
Not have the strength to recover.
Maybe that’d be best,
To just fall apart and leave everything behind.
But what if I keep running?