Running Back

Running from what was seemingly
A dark and morbid alley the
Young girl runs for safety into
What she thought she knew.

WHen she was out in the open,
Then fresh air, the cobbled-
Paths and the lights on the
Streets shone on her upturned
Face, wreathed in smile.

Then she remembered the dark
Alley and in that dark alley
There was a light coming from a flame
No, a roaring fire full of love
And passion and from that light
That the fire gave, she saw.

Her angel, the one she was running
From. The one whom she shunned thinking
It was out to harm her. Whom she thought
Was her enemy. With his arms stretched out
To her, beckoned her back into the warm room.
And it dawned on her that the cobble-stoned paths
Was actually cold and stiff and uninviting.
The angel beckoned her back with open arms
And willingly once more, she drifted back into
The warm embrace that was what she had wanted all along.