“No matter how far I go,
there’s one thing I cannot escape.
You. And it was never you
I was running from.”
No matter how far I go, there’s one thing I cannot escape. Your voice, calling me home. Your face, pleading for me to stop running. You. The memories of you, how they flood my mind and remind me of everything I have left behind. It’s the worst decision I ever made, to run from you and the reality of what came to pass. But I was strong enough to admit to myself that I couldn’t handle the pain. And I was drowning in it. These bones of mine cannot outrun the truth. Sooner or later even the distance wouldn’t be enough.
© Sarah Doughty
One way or another,
I would have to
face the truth
and that thought
terrified me.
Loosely based on the events of my
upcoming novel, Safe.
This was written for day three
of November Notes.
Bones by Low Roar
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Great writing … approaching the last years of a long life I can appreciate it so much!
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Thank you for the kind words. I’m glad you found meaning in this piece. 😊
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it is funny how people can run away from someone they love and not realize they were actually running away from something else, commitment, a situation, a haunting memory.
Beautiful piece of writing.
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Thank you, my friend. It seems running away only delays the inevitable for a brief period of time.
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