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.