Running.
My hair licking the sides of my face
My lungs burning
My sides aching as I sprint
My arms propelling me forward, closer and close to safety
My eyes focus straight ahead, never daring to look back
My body is being pushed to brink of exhaustion
But I rather die escaping than to stop and live another day, dying slowly on the inside.
So I will run until my legs give way, until I can no longer catch breath, until my heart actually stops beating before I surrender.
See, I don't know where I am headed but I know I can't go back.
