free

to be or not to be?’ shakespeare once asked;

‘to flee or to set free?’ is how i contrast:

the hastened pace never lasts

as my lungs are emptied of air.

but the movement feels all too good;

my mind has controlled the affair.

i walk marginally faster,

but my heart gasps for a break.

the funny thing is, she’s already broken

and it’s impossible now to fake.

which is why i figured it’s time to go

to places, i don’t know.

am i running away? am i fleeing?

or am i finding my home to grow?

so i leave this place and forget it all now

it’s time to start anew.

i plunge astray to a vision of light;

and hope it brings me away from you.

it’s time to surpass the darkness

and let the moon colour my night,

i no longer feel that angsty obsession

of expecting to reunite.

so this is my new home:

the western rockies that nobody knows.

i escaped the biscuit a lifetime ago

and my heart now feels intact.

to mend a heart, you see

is really just to be;

and finally now, this author

has set herself free.