I was recently going through my “life bag” – a box full of things I made, wrote or drew or things that simply remind me of my life – and I came across the following. So this post is compliments of 14 year old me.
Breathlessly I ran towards the distant hills,
My lungs gasping for want of air.
Loose stones slipped beneath me,
As I blundered across the unforgiving terrain.
I was desperate to escape my predator’s wrath,
Desperate to simply survive.
The pounding of my footsteps filled my delirious head,
This cut and run theory wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be.
“Run,” Mum had said,
“If you ever think that he has found you, just run!”
Laughing, I had told her that he could never find me.
I had been painstakeningly covering my tracks,
I wouldn’t be found by him, not by anyone!
The wind whistled around me,
Lifting the branches of the ancient ghost gums.
On such a beautiful night I had danced with a boy,
A boy I had once trusted and felt safe with.
Now that boy hunted me as if playing a childish game.
Madly I zig-zagged across the field,
Guided by little moonlight filtering through the clouds.
The dark night threatened rain and the cool wind chilled me,
I ran to the hills, my only safe haven.
Suddenly I was falling,
Crashing to the ground with a heavy thump.
The dust round me stirred then settled once again,
Feeling nothing of my terror as the hunter neared.
Leaning forward I could see there was no escape,
This time I was well and truly caught.
I rested my head against the warm earth,
Waiting to receive the touch confirming my deepest fear.
I had failed,
I raised my head anticipating my punishment.
“Tag. You’re it now.”