What The Thunder Said, Vol 4 | Page 54

My New Home

by Maegan Smith

Running, that is all I remember,

My heart thumping,

My lungs bleeding,

My legs going numb,

Just running.

Nothing behind me,

Just darkness,

No light.

Ahead of me is light,

A bright light,

One I cannot reach.

“Why am I here?”

“What have I done?”

“Where could I go?” I asked myself.

It’s been so long,

Since I started,

I’ve lost motivation.

I stopped running,

My legs were so weak,

I collapsed.