Once I ran away, quick steps fled
I down shining, bright streets of silver.
Each footfall sounded, with glee they landed.
Crying out freedom, my body aquiver,
I flexed my muscles, feeling their weight
Stretch through me with unrestrained, fierce power.
My breath came fast, constricting my legs’ gait.
Causing my legs to burn, a deep, slow burn.
A seeping, languid engulfment to sate
My need. To escape the hustle and churn,
A life constricted by guardians’ pleasure.
Strapped in so tightly, I could only but yearn
For the unrestrained freedom of an hour.
An hour I have obtained through stealth and wit,
Through cunning and mischievous acts demure
Enough to lower their guard, escape and skip
Out of the prison they call home, and fly
Into wilderness where none will say, “Be still.”
Civilization where children don’t cry.