photo by Steven Kelly |
we run and we hide
then we
complain when nobody finds us
for who we
really are –
how we
contradict ourselves
when making
the sweet escape
there are
roads we built
through the
harsh lands
one-way
lines with a promise
of sunshine
ahead
and there
in between
are passing
places –
paths we do
not see,
until
something stops us
something
inside shreds our armour
we're all soldiers here
creating
ghost towns
out of
people we meet
without a
guarantee of a safe crossing
we're in
this together
now
comfortable in our own silences
we walk
towards life
or is it
walking towards us?
it keeps
breaking
like a
blade of grass
in the
winter frost
let us howl
like the wolves
and follow
those paths
before too long
we'll be scratching through dirt
to find them
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Another visual prompt by Magpie Tales - Mag 183.