Perhaps, too real for some.
The slipstreams of life are, at times, gentle, like the gurggling creek.
But violent, like the raging sea againt cliff walls.
She has run, seeking a place to hide from it all.
To hide from the pain and accusing stares.
She has run away from it all, and is willing to be anywhere, with anyone,
So long as they save her.
She has tried holes in life, tried her room.
But everyone finds her.
She has taken up a rough, final result.
She has resulted to hiding in herself.
A fugitive, a run0away in her own body.
She is her own virus, a foreign thing.
Her outward self longs to be inside, and because of this...
She is poisoning herself.
Written - 5-16-03; 8:40 AM
Added - 7-20-03; 9:27 PM
Jenna White