Make It Better

Running has been your MO. You thought new places would make it all better, soften the blow, assuage the gnawing truth that the only way out was to turn around and face the dragon that was hot on your heels. That was the truth of it, but the truth of is always the hardest thing to face. Medicating was easier. Moving, altered states, people -- all of it just pain-killer. It wasn't until you stopped and dug in, made your stand, that you began to feel the energy flow, the time too short to get it right. No matter. Even one drop into an ocean is better than hiding out, knowing that all you love is being devoured by the fear you let tie your hands, bind your feet, silence your voice.