Onwards

Onwards I ran,

From the ghosts of my past,

Through the forests I fled,

With no forward plan,

Just onwards I ran,

My sore, aching feet,

Always longing for rest,

Yet further I pushed,

Deep into darkness,

To the cold claws of night,

Hoping to find a feint glimmer of light,

Still onwards I ran, and I ran till I saw,

The bright light of day,

And nothing more.

– Becky

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Society

I loathe society,

Always preaching;

What to do,

Where to go,

What we should achieve,

Society says that if we listen,

If we obtain its ‘ideal’ goals,

Happiest will be found,

But is this true?

We cannot all be expected to achieve the same,

Everyone holds such individual dreams,

So, next time society says you have wandered,

Ignored it,

You are living the life you are meant to.

 

 

-Becky