Poetry Blossoms Within

Running From Myself

I'm chasing my shadow through the streets of my mind,
Footsteps echo in a void I'm trying to leave behind.
Heart racing, breath heavy, I'm running in place,
Fleeing from the mirror, the reflection I face.

I want to escape this skin, this prison, this shell,
This life that I've crafted, this personal hell.
I'm a fugitive from my own thoughts, my own fears,
A wanderer in my own labyrinth of tears.

I tried to flee through the pages of a book,
In every fantasy, I took a different look.
But every hero's quest, every land I explored,
Brought me back to the truth that I can't ignore.

I want to run, but the distance's deceitful,
Every step I take feels empty, so lethal.
Every path I carve is a circle of my mind,
I'm lost in a maze of the self I can't leave behind.

I'm a ghost in my own world, haunting my own soul,
Searching for freedom in places I can't control.
I'm drowning in echoes of who I was meant to be,
Running away from myself, but it's always me I see.

I dream of breaking free, of starting anew,
Of shedding these shackles, of becoming someone true.
But running away is a paradox I chase,
For every destination's a mirror, every path's a reflection I face.

So I run and I run, but my shadow won't part,
My escape is a labyrinth within my own heart.
The more I flee from the self I detest,
The more I'm trapped in a prison of my own quest.

I'm trying to find solace in the distance I've flown,
But the truth is simple: you can't outrun what you've known.
So I stop in my tracks, turn back to the start,
Embrace the reflection, and heal this broken heart.

For in running away from myself, I've come to see,
The journey's not about escape but about setting myself free.
So I'll face my own shadow, confront what's inside,
And find the courage to live with my truth as my guide.