Running

 I’m running runningfor my lifesprinting hard from yesterday the games you playedreplay nightly inmy dreams. I’m running runningfrom the years youkept me down you diced & slicedwith such precisedissymmetry. & they all smile withknowing eyes;who never saw the hidden knivesthe twisted thingsyou did to me. I’m running runningto the sea: above anold blue moon looks down on me& now I’ve foundmy dignity: I will be freeI will be free.

Poetry