It started,
With sunlight.
A warm, soft
caress.
They were young,
Small, new
To life
To Everything.
Difference defined,
denied,
by
them.
Don't know anything
about themselves, so
They try not to lose
Themselves trying.
Looking,
For Life.
Not listening
where to go.
Smiling at parents.
Packed bags full,
with books, clothes,
their souls.
Hand flew in the air,
back and forth.
Smiles
reaching the eye
They smiled,
anxious and sweaty.
Wanting, waiting
To be free
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Running Away
PoetryThey were sick, suffocating. Getting out was the only option. They drove away from everything. They didn't know that something was chasing them. They didn't know who wanted them or why, but they were scared. It chased them, and they ran. Their freed...
