Poem: Moving

We all have reasons for moving,

I move to forget the hurt in my life.

That which threatens to curl around me

Like a python

And if I remain idle for too long I will surely

Succumb; drowning in the shadows that are a past,

A past filled with deception and holes in my back.

I remain on the move.

I tread through waist deep waters and crumbling terrains,

Pushing through the hazardous surroundings and

Following the stars towards my liberation;

The freedom of being released from the shackles

Of those who wronged me.

Of when I wronged myself.

I cannot look behind where

The darkness lies:

Where the shadows of my betrayers relentlessly

Haunt me

Fill my mind with doubts of the world around me

With doubts of myself.

My gaze is fixed upon the skies above me

As I place one foot in front of the other.

My rebellious eyes dare to be curious

They bash against their cells within my skull

But the bars remain stable.

I cannot turn around

I cannot look back

For if I gaze upon the silhouettes

Tirelessly stalking me

Threatening to consume me in my own darkness

There will be no hope.