This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Coastal Carolina chapter.
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.