February 15, 2000
Running past the open doors,
Running past the long halls,
Running, running, not to stop for long.
The empty rooms reflect her heart,
Holes, and empty spaces in her soul.
The rain pitter-pattering on the windows is liek the water flowing from her eyes,
Into the sullen despair of a life that she leads.
As she runds, the silver band falls off her head with a clang,
Landing on the tiles.
She decided she would never return to this place.
She runs out the large open wooden doors,
Out into the falling rain.
Out into the woods, away from the place.
Away from the pain.
Away from the tall stone walls that symbolize protection.
But not for her.
They block her from freedom...
From the world...
From her love...
The one and only in her life.
They lock her in...
In with the sadness, with the anger, with the one that she must marry,
The one she does not love.
But now she is free from it all.
The tears like a waterfall flow freely here...
But not for despair.
She is free.
She cries for joy.
She is running... faster, swifter,