the runaway

Swell me up like a wave,
Stir me up like a storm,
Leave me as something that I wasn’t before.
I have grown into a woman,
With the heart of a child,
In love with the world,
Fierce, fragile and wild.
I hear my voice echo out,
Screaming in the abyss,
Still searching for answers,
I’m not sure even exist,
Juvenile ponderings of a restless young soul,
Constantly looking for new places to go,
I don’t have any place that I really call home,
Besides the fire in my blood,
And the marrow of my bones,
So I will write the same words til they lose all their meaning,
Speak them out loud until I’m hard of hearing,
Drink all my coffee, breath out smoke from my lungs,
Try to sing songs, I haven’t already sung,
Take off for the horizon, like a bullet from a gun,
& tell myself that I’ll leave when it stops being fun.

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