you told me you were in a consentration camp
and you had to escape this place.
screams
terrified
got to get out of this hole, this hell
you were this girl, turned woman; too young.
emcompassing
iron arms
cannot hide the shrill pain, oozing
through the cracks, from outside to inside.
(good) basic instincts
told you to run
in mind you may feel you may be just one
but now is the time, you made plans ,run.
you asked yourself, how can i leave?
can i give faith to my shoeless feet?
a dream remembered..
a stanger you did meet
not from inside you (but so much like you)
someone who is open in hand to help you
trust; help you she must
before your dreamstate
throws you back in your concentration camp.
you know, this stranger has been there herself.
you planned this escape
in the middle of your winter
look over to her(this stranger), she has shoes that will fit you.
put them on
run along
hide away
endure what seems to be one of your longest struggles
your hardest days
(for now).
your friend, once a stranger
she'll stay, as you both grow stronger.
the shoes are yours..
maybe this day
in many days to come
Or maybe never again
