Never was she satisfied, never was she far enough away
Running from the darkness, the place broken inside
She ran through forests, up the mountain side
Pounding feet to pavement, her heartbeat ever still
Sometimes she'd stop and wonder, how far it was going to take
To run away from her demons, the one's she did not make
Home was not a refuge from the anguish that she carried
Love was illusive, not something she really sought, especially to be married
She ran off the tears, never understood their meaning
Running, running, running, lost in fearless dreaming
Behind her ribbons, her unattended sprints
Was a little girl, wanting to be seen for all that she did well
At some point she gave up, for it came to her attention, that being good itself was her made up hell
Good was expected, not rewarded or ever praised, just the way she was to be, good. Good as day.
Life was not working for her so she ran another path, one that became destructive, filled with inner wrath
She never hurt anyone, just her little self, running, running, running blind on inner stealth
She lived on next to nothing, except her morning tea, until she was so little, no one knew who to see
The runner's tears fell on her pillow at night when she lost her will
She didn't know where they came from, until she was near her final hill
The finish line she was nearing, although arbitrary indeed
The runner lost herself and the question came to speed
Could she retrace her steps and find the place that made her need to flee
Or should she leave it for the runner-up to keep them company?
About the Creator
ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)
~ American feminist living in Sweden ~ SHE/HER
Admin. Vocal Social Society
Find me: @andreapolla63.bsky.social
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Comments (14)
Wow this is so deep🥹 I love how you described her. Excellent poem.
You're on fire lately! Gorgeous writing!!
"She lived on next to nothing, except her morning tea" - love love love that line!
My favorite line is, "She lived on next to nothing, except her morning tea, until she was so little, no one knew who to see."
This was so poignant and extremely powerful! It hit me like a ROCK! See what I did there? Hehehehehe
Wonderful description of the race to find oneself... through running. Your words are very emotive
Powerful words here. Nicely done. Those last two lines. That the real question, isn't it?
"Life was not working for her so she ran another path, one that became destructive, filled with inner wrath" Running away from the life we invented to run from the life we had. Brilliant!
lovely and pure, an amazing writer you are
Dang, Rock! This is extremely powerful and immersive. Well done! So many of us are running: running from our pasts, running toward more hopeful futures, running from the unknown, or just running from ourselves. Great theme!
Powerful words! I like how the MC runs instead of walking. It ramps up the urgency to find the right path. Great work, Rock!
I am so glad, she did not take the blame for someone's Toxic behavior. Excellent piece. I like this lane " To run away from her demons, the one's she did not make"
Absolutely wonderful words
This is a beautiful poem.