They stare at her entranced
Her every movement caught
By the envy of their glance
How they tease and taunt her
Their threats and insults haunt her
But she cannot get away
Yet to stay
Is to fall
To leave is her one aim
She knows that she is just a game
They play
Yet every blow bruises
She tries to remember a time
Where there was no price to pay for every action she made
The only thing which relieved her pain
Was to run
So she ran everywhere
All the years she never once thought of hurting herself
The pain was great enough without
The scars would never fade
And they sure were not made by any man’s blade
She had given up eating a long time ago
And so she had proved to herself
Her life was under control
Despite the fact every little thing pointed to the contrary
It was the one thing that made her proud
To be her
Time trickled on
Then it hit her-it wasn’t going to get better
What a fool
She packed up her life
It fitted in a shopping bag
She laughed bitterly, that was her life, in a bag
And ran
She was good at it
She had had a lot of practice
She ran and ran and ran and never once looked back
Soon she became a distant memory to what she had left
So she remained the beautiful wild thing
Always on the run
Never named, never found, never tamed
