Running away from fear.
poem by:
Christopher Russon
Written
on Nov 01, 2016
made it across the borderline The enemy now in retreat Made it to the safe house They stand there in defeat. Safe at last within This boundary A land of peace And neutrality. At last at last No fear of that knock On the door Just a bed to rest my head I need not fear any more. No more adrenalin in this race No heart pounding when I run No more agony on my face No more a target from a gun. I made it to this safe house Now I can rest my head The nightmare at last is over I sleep soundly in my bed.
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Cecilia Crasto commented:
We are all running from something, but, if we face our demons the battle is won to some degree and we can move on...well written, love the last verse.
Christopher Russon
commented:
Thank you for your comment.
Based on a film I once saw many years ago.
Frank Hornby .
commented:
Powerful poem Chris......I worked in a "safe house,"....a retreat for physical, and mentally abused women hiding from their controlling partners.....many had young children....they were terrified of men....so sad.......
Christopher Russon
commented on Sep 25, 2017 at 8:25am
Thank you Frank.based on a movie I once saw.
Robert Kohlhammer
commented on Oct 01, 2017 at 9:02am
Can feel the pace and the urgency to get there safely as I read through the poem.
