Running Away and Into Your Arms

In my worst nightmare, I am running. I am trying to escape a monster. A man who has haunted me since I was a little girl. This man (monster) I don't where he is. He comes to me in my sleep. When I least expect it, he invades my dreams. This vermin of a man, he has damaged me. In my nightmare, he still chases, through the shadows of my personal thoughts. He does not give up, he keeps trying to pursue me. Even when I am awakened, I occasionally think of this fiend of a human. When something or someone, prompts my memories of long ago.

In my dreams of lately, he isn't as fast. I am slowly getting away from his grasp. Is it possible to outrun him, yes I think it conceivable to elude him. I have renewed hope in my heart to outsmart this beast. I am far enough away now that I don't see his face. I keep flying forward, away, ahead of me, to the arms of my rescuer. His face I know well. His face is one of devotion. One of compassion. One of refuge. I am protected, in his arms. I am reclaimed.