through woods.

we are running through woods
through childhood
dreams & fantasies
that we have allowed
to gather dust.
we are running through woods
through a sea
of green shadows
& sunlight
that doesn’t quite reach
the cold chill
that has settled in our bones.
we are running through these woods
like something is chasing us,
like the wind is a creature that bites
& instead of giving us a boost of speed,
all it has accomplished
is tangling our hair with treetops
of almost-dead leaves.
we are running
because our legs have been bound,
our legs have been twisted
by hands that told us
to stop believing,
to stop loving
because we were the runts
of our litters. we were not
as good
as the shining ones surrounding us,
we were not
as good
as the paintings of faces
that adorned our walls.
we were second-best,
or not even, we were
second-hand, we were
the discarded, the clothes
that no longer fit but still
smelled like their
unloved laundry.
we are running because when once
we were prisoners, they
have loosened our leash, & with that glimpse
of freedom, we have built up the strength
to gnaw through our chains.
we have seen light
at the end of the tunnel,
the door has been left open & we
have barreled through.
we are running through these woods,
we are running through
the dark, the cold,
through our own insecurities.
but we are not just running,
we are living,
we are in the woods but we
are surviving
because what else is there
to life, to the ability
to make wings out of
broken promises,
to run like we are flying
through these woods?

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