If only I could walk away. . .
I heard something!
Did you hear?
Oh! It was your conscience mumbling
They say walking away is cowardly
I can not agree any more
Don’t run away
Coz even if you do
It wouldn’t matter.
Yes, it would be gone. . .
Maybe for a few days
Maybe a few months
Or even years. . .
But it will come back
And when it does, it’ll be at its best.
Don’t walk away.
I am not walking away from just things
You need to understand it isn’t just the pain.
Walking away isn’t always running from one’s problems,
it isn’t always hiding from the demons who
stand with their arms wrapped around your dreams.
Sometimes it’s walking away from the life that suffocates you,
The life that is killing your dreams, your thoughts
and slowly and slowly sucking up all the breath that is left in you.
Sometimes, it is walking away from the life that has no meaning,
The life that is not ‘living’.
It is walking towards the light,
towards the freedom that your soul salivates for.
Sometimes it is not a want to walk away
it is our need, our desperation to breathe.