Greener | A Collection of Poems

11 || Run

when i was a little girl
i used to dream of running away
i would run until my soles were as sore as the marks on the backs of my thighs

i would feel the wind on my face
salty tears as they dried
falling behind me just like everything else

you make me wish i could fade away
i'm ashamed of who I am
suddenly aware
of who you shaped me to be.

achey and sore and weak
of the box you forced me into
or maybe I climbed into it myself

ever obedient and dutiful
ever ignorant
ever determined
to please and be loved

but now it's as if my body is breaking down
a love soiled from the start
it was never sustainable

a foundation built
on generations of lies,
generations of pain,
generations of hurt,

repeating over
and over
and over

I'm tired
I'm so tired

aren't you?