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