Aching & Shaking & Ranting About

aching and shaking

my insides rant about

wanting to run

with nowhere to go

shall I run away

to where no one loves me at all?

or shall I just stay?

I would miss my brothers and mother

so much I would surely die

I think I will just stay

surely something will change

I can take some more

and then when I can't; I will go

My heart yearns to run and run

far away from this hell-hole

my wisdom tells me not the thing to do

stick it out here where I am needed so

telling my mommy did not help any

and yelling it out did nothing

so I held on til I could no more

and stood alone and so tall