By Kiara Vestigium
I’m running wild and free
I’m running and I’m loosing me
I’m running with no aim
I’m running, but it’s no game
The first moment my foot touched the hard surface of the street I was running.
I was running away from something
I was running through something
I was running towards somewhere
I was running out of somewhere
Although I had to leave my friends behind, I ran.
I ran, but I didn’t know why
I ran, but I didn’t know where
I ran, but was it enough?
I ran, but was it right?
Faster. Faster! The thought hammered in my head in the rhythm of my blood pulsing through my veins.
I wasn’t fast enough to out run him
I wasn’t deaf enough to ignore the steps behind me
I wasn’t blind enough to over see him
I wasn’t brave enough to stop and explain
What has he done to me? My heart broken, my mood pulled down.
Am I running away from him?
Am I running away from pain?
Am I running away from memory?
Am I running away from his smile?
I’ve nearly made it, just have to pass the next street then he’ll be gone.
Now he’s gone, but the feeling stays
Now he’s gone, but I have to run on
Now he’s gone, but inside there’re still waves
Now he’s gone, but I haven’t won
What’s going on? I made it and still there is this feeling that someone is following me, staring at me.
I’m not running away from school
I’m not running away from him
I’m not running away from rule
But what am I running away from?
As the feeling carries on I begin to understand.
I understand what was going on.
I understand I can’t change what will come.
I understand what I can do is none.
I understand who I am running away from.
I’m running away from me.