Walls in many forms. Doors of many rooms. Floors to stand upon. Running to hide. Till you are found. Thinking the chance not being found. Your heart is racing. Hope is building. They will not find me. Don’t breathe too loud. They will hear. Quiet you will be. The sound of steps seem to be getting closer. Slowly you try to move, no sounds will you make. Still steps get closer. So clear they become. Suddenly they see you. And you look up with fright. Think ing should you run and hide again.
Written by Victoria A Witt ( 2016 )
Selfish, Worthless, no care for anyone.
Whats got into you?
Don’t you care anymore?
Get back to what you used to be.
Sunshine for the day.
Laughter in the soul.
Happy for the day with a smile in your soul.
Seeing ahead many curves and turns. Not knowing where they will lead. Is there dangers? Or is there challenges that will strengthen? What will be my choice? Can I be strong or fall under the load that is upon me? I must travel carefully.