Breeze

I sit under the bright stars. Three weeks ago- yes, that was it. That was when i ran away from home. I rember now, can see it clearly through all the fuzz. It's not fuzz, really. Fog. Yes, that is a better word.

Was it really three weeks ago? or three months? Three days? Three years?

I don't know.

But i want to go home.

Even if i have to deal with my fathers beatings and insults, i will be held in my mothers warm arms again.

I've decided i'm not too old for that anymore.

I got younger.

I try to stand, but my legs don't support my weight. Am i too fat. No. I'mjust to thin and weak. Thats all.

Maybe the breeze will carry me there.

 

Reviews

[Ashlynn K. Presley]

I can relate to this. I didn't have the best relationship with my dad and often wanted to run away. I didn't run away, but if I did I would want to return home because I would miss my mother. She was always a big comfort for me. This rather hit home. Sometimes when you need to say something be it a poem or story, all you really need is a few lines to say it in. I think you did great. Good job and thank you for sharing.

[Miss Sally Sunshine]

Nice story :) I can't really find the words to explain what I'm trying to, so I'm just going to say, great job :)

[JanuaryDreamer♥]

very nice story. i remember the day i ran away. i was gone for 6 months :/ this was very relatable and took me down memory lane...thank you for sharing this with me