Run to the light

Sometimes you’re okay. Sometimes not. Today, I’m going to concentrate on the latter…

This poem is about one of those moments, however, no matter how hopeless you feel, there’s always hope.

Run, I must run.

Run. I’m running, life thrown at me as I glide through time, struggling to reach what is not possible to reach. Flashes, glimpses; shards of spacetime penetrating my flesh, tearing me apart.

Run. I must run. It’s too much. Life; uncertain, uncontrollable. A string of senseless senseful events, piling up on my shoulders and pinning me to the ground.

Run. Keep on running. Scream, cry, tear through the mountains of distractions. Ignore, deflect.

Run. I must, and so I do, until I forget why I even started. My weary limbs may be failing, yet I must run. Run on, go on.

Run. I must try. I can’t let go. It’s important. I’m suffocating; it doesn’t matter.

Run, until my legs give out.

Run. I can’t stop.

Run. Run. Run.

And that’s when I saw the light. I finally stopped running.

Dysfunctional Girl