Here I am...
standing here again‐
looking off, into the distance...
thinking that I could just be gone in an instant,
waltzing with the wind...
wanting to run past the point at which my vision ends...
beyond the point of any return‐
never to look back
never to come around again
never to turn back
never to be seen again
but...
Here I am...
standing here, again‐
What's stopping me from walking?...
walking away...
off, into the distance-
what's stopping me from disappearing today?...
I'm neither holding on to tomorrow, nor yesterday
not this moment, nor any other
but...
Can I really escape?...
everything?...
I am desperate, yet hesitant to see
If I can truly get away
from...
everything.
About the Creator
JM
Personally, writing began as a creative outlet, to be a means of processing and venting emotion, but it has become so much more. Something I want not to be just relatable, enjoyable and a good read, but to reach someone who is in need.
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