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Poetry

nilesobek

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4. I was running and I still am.

Reply to angstlessk (Reply #3)

Thu Mar 31, 2016, 11:13 PM

Mar 2016

I didn't know at the time that I couldn't run from myself and my abusive home. Everywhere I went, I had to take me with me. There was no escape. I remember hitchiking across Kansas, then turning around at the border and thumbing my way back, then doing it all over again. I was lost and alone except for the cold and the stars. Never caring what day or time it was. But I had to see NY and many other places and find out about the real world, and forget the world I came from. So, this untrained amateur poet does it for therapy.

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The Dragon [View all] nilesobek Mar 2015 OP

So many really good parts in this. Cavallo Feb 2016 #1

RE: Dragon nilesobek Mar 2016 #2

That is so moving...especially knowing it is the experience of a 14 year old run away! angstlessk Mar 2016 #3

I was running and I still am. nilesobek Mar 2016 #4

What is really sad is that you had nowhere to run TO... angstlessk May 2016 #5