Familial Bonds
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.
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