I’m running through the grass,

not looking back.

The ground beneath me


as I sprint into the abyss.




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.