I run through the garden,
In the dark,
And through the park.
But he is there,
Stalking, leering, watching.
He follows me where ever I go
I’ve tried to escape him
Driven fast
Driven far
Swam deep
Jumped high.
There is no hiding spot
That he cannot find.
When I beg, scream, and cry
He reminds me it’s not a choice.
He lives inside my shattered mind.
Stitched in every corner of my twisted psyche,
Embroiled in every bubble of my blood.
If I can’t outrun him,
I must learn to accept him.
Because I can’t live on the run forever,
I want roots
I want a life I live in
One I don’t have to run away from.
So if he follows me for the rest of my days
So be it,
Be the shadow lurking,
The ghost mocking,
The brother that wouldn’t stop touching.
I won’t be scared of my memories anymore.
You can’t make me run anymore.