Running.

I run.

I run into fires.

I run away from him.

As he chases me down like a pack dog.

Smothering me with questions I can’t answer,

I run.

I can’t stick around the heavy air that he puts outs

I run into the fire building in my lungs.

One more mile.

One more step.

I’m running towards the end goal.

I’m gonna fly high some day,

High out of the reach of his prying questions.

I’ve made my vows to him but now feel chained.

Not because of what he’s done to me.

Or the pain endured.

But simply because my insides are screaming!

I must be free.

I mustn’t stay anymore.

I run.

I’ll keep running.

Running to my freedom.

My hope.