I was angry.
I was sad.
I was disconsolate without her.
I decided to run away.
I would find a path to happiness.
I saw clearly now.
Everything around me
was filled with obstacles.
I didn’t see the trees around me.
I just knew I had to get away from them.
I didn’t see the asphalt pavement
leading away,
and the darkness filled my vision,
as I watched myself run
to whatever was out there.
I escaped the bright lights,
and the traffic,
and the noise of the world,
as I ran.
I ran until I thought
I couldn’t run anymore.
I somehow wished
for a destination
that didn’t have the emotional baggage
of a lifetime.
After a time,
I realized that I couldn’t run anymore.
I knew that I was at a destination;
but, when I looked around,
even though the scenery was different,
I had a light bulb moment.
I realized that there was something familiar.
I realized that,
as far as I had run,
I was still there.
Some things can’t be escaped.
Some things have to be accepted.
Some things can’t be run away from.
The mirror told me the truth.
The mirror couldn’t lie.