Simple. Easy even.
I hear it in a gentle, quiet voice.
Run. Free. Brave. Bold.
Why is this so hard?
I deserve it.
Or do I?
Why am I still fighting?
A battle I can’t win.
Go, I hear.
I can go. I will go. I must!
……if I don’t, does that make me a coward?
If I do, does that mean I’m free?
Do I deserve freedom?
I can go. I will. I must.
Running wild, with hope and abandon.
Lover, I greet you in the morning.
Together we pursue a life ahead.
In the morning we hasten.
A new life, together, to begin.