Running Away
The treasured dreams of my youth
rapidly grow old and stale.
I cling to frayed threads of hope
that somehow I will prevail.
Reality has trampled me.
I'm unwillingly made to face
that lies are my only lifeline,
in this harsh, unfeeling place.
Wrapped in cozy delusions
I was sheltered from the pain.
Now that they are all threadbare
what is left to keep me sane?
I just want to keep on running
from the truths invading my head.
Denial is a cherished friend
when your “happy ending” is dead.
Copyright © Dawn Sholun | Year Posted 2007
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