starting off the new year with writing a poem about my deepest fear, and how to conquer it. a swell beginning, me thinks.
Run For Your Life
My blonde hair and brown eyes
so wide. Your hand reaching
out, your arm dissolving the
distance. Between you and me,
I wasn’t scared of anything. Even
when the dark engulfed me and
the monsters lingered in my closet,
I knew I could run to you. Brave
is what you made me. Now
dark seems peaceful as I lay here,
moonlight sneaking past the blinds.
My head against the pillow,
thoughts as tangled as my brown
mane. I close my tired eyes and try
to remember that solitude is not
the same as loneliness. Independence
is not shameful, a man does not make
you beautiful. Brave soul, don’t forget
that you are never alone. And when
you fear that you are, start running.
Don’t stop until you’re home.
a.s.
