Poem: Reflection on the Escape

The further away she got
The smaller the world got
From stories above the city
She could see the whole city
Where it all seem manageable
Where all her fears are manageable 
Back before she herself got big
Small stories that didn’t seem so big 
She closes her eyes to the night
Reaching out and feeling the night
Instead of thinking those thoughts
The shame filled thoughts
That are kept close to heart
As if the wounds hold together her heart 
Remember we are not our past
We are the things we move past
Always becoming more true
Is the one thing she has always held true

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