You have been taught the wrong definition of the word ‘safe’.
Remember when there was always a hand to reach up for every time you fell?
Remember when you thought metal was strong
Until you saw it crumple under the weight of itself?
You could be liquid
You could bend to take the shape of the vessel they place you in,
Bend to take the weight of the pressure they face you with.
You could forget your own shape and just blend into the grey
And they would tell you that it is ‘safe’.
The pebbles of your life are wearing you down –
The daily attrition of the soul.
Why do you send yourself to a place where people look at you, but they do not see?
When really you are searching for a view where the colours line up just right.
It is always a choice between safety and running away
And sometimes we mistake one for the other.
You have been taught the wrong definition of the word safe
But you have always been a runner.
This is a silhouette of a life
And you are done with the fight for a world you never wished for.
Take off your glasses, now is the time to run.