This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Coastal Carolina chapter and does not reflect the views of Her Campus.
I’m running through the grass,
not looking back.
The ground beneath me
crunching,
as I sprint into the abyss.
Helpless.
Where am I going?
“I don’t understand,”
I scream
“Why me?”
I reach the bay.
The salty spray
dusts my cheeks.
It clicks
I’m home.
He is waiting
in the tree.
swooping down,
trying to catch me.
I soar above him
a reminder.
I’m my own being
not tied down
to Him
to anyone.
I am a ship
with a sail.
No need for
an anchor
to stop me.