my eyes linger on the other side,
was it any better over there?
glancing behind me, the pain is still there
it’s hunting for me, not able to sink it’s debilitating teeth into my psyche…
for the moment at least
I want to cross over, to go, to live in another space
a space of light, laughter, love
all I needed to do was run to the other side
cross over the wooden rails marking the trail of redemption
but would my feet carry me, would they fail like everything else?
not knowing the answer, I lunge forward,
taking the first step toward freedom
toward a life of less pain, less misery
the path was clear, open
but the teeth sink in, the pain has me
can I ever break free?
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