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Here. There. Anywhere. Nowhere at all

Searching for home, answering the call

Fight or flight, choosing the latter

Looking back upon the years and realizing it doesn’t matter

Wherever you roam, wherever you stray

You cannot escape the tricks your thoughts play

Looking for peace in new places, new beds

Never silencing the voices within your own head

And so again you aim to run

Your desperate race is never won

The more you flee the smaller you feel

Yet larger are holes your spirit reveals

Until at last, your heart and feet fail

And you slip, defeated, into the eternal pale

You gasp your last breath, exhausting its fill

And realize, too late, you should have stayed still.

Next time….

 

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Rebecca Ash (8 Posts)

Rebecca Ash is a freelance writer and poet. Her love affair with poetry began early, thanks to an overzealous English teacher who introduced her to the likes of Dickinson, Poe, Angelou, Frost, Whitman and Browning. She favors free verse, quatrain, lyric and pastoral though dabbles in many other forms of the art.


4 Comments

  1. Very lovely Rebecca. Very sad too. :)

  2. So spot on, so perfect- makes me want to freeze time and always remember to treasure every moment-

  3. Poignancy they name is Rebecca!

    Loved it!

    Larry

  4. Oh I do like that, simple to the point and rhythmical. It could almost be sung. Brilliant loved it!

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