a shaking feeling
you walk, and walk, and walk until the end is in sight.
The light that harbors over the horizon, the one you chose to call home.
Even if every step along the way was littered with disgust.
There's something you could have looked forward to each mile of the journey.
You started to run.
The sand crashing upon your feet and the darkness that chased you.
You feel alive, even if you don't know where to go.
When night falls, the voices in your head shatter and reform.
There is no escape.
you walk, and walk, and walk until your end is in sight.
The hand that reaches out to you, cold and tethered, stringy and folded.
You grab onto it, with hopeful optimism.
A shaking feeling.
A path that you forged.
A step you took.
Battered in regret.