Archives for January 3, 2014

And she ran…

And she ran…
From the poverty that she lived through,
Climbing her way to the top, hours of non-stop work for the security.
She ran from the stepmother who hated her like her dead mother,
And her father who used her like his wife.
Getting far away from the place that reminded her of her nightmares,
Tears, fears and pain,
From adults, children and animals.
While running, she threw off the name that made them hate her,
Cut off the hair they pulled and got rid of the clothes too.
Alone but not lonely,
Her tormenting memories finally running from her too.
By running she made herself free, safe and happy,
And she ran.