I m Not Running, I m Just Not Staying

A cycle of poems «The Last Letter I Burned Was My Own»

The road ahead is dark and wide,
No chains to break, no place to hide.

Not fleeing from the ghost I see,
Just choosing where I want to be.

I’m not running, I’m just not staying,
Walking paths where hearts are breaking.
No quiet peace, no dismaying,
I’m not running, just not staying.

I felt the walls close in so tight,
A silent war beneath the light.
No scream escaped, no battle won,
Just fading slow beneath the sun.

Not fleeing from the ghost I see,
Just choosing where I want to be.

I’m not running, I’m just not staying,
Walking paths where hearts are breaking.
No quiet peace, no dismaying,
I’m not running, just not staying.

The past is heavy on my chest,
I seek a place to heal and rest.
Not every step’s a fast escape,
Some moves are made for freedom’s sake.

If leaving feels like saying goodbye,
It’s just a chance to find the sky.
No fear in flight, no shame in change,
Just life rewritten on the page.

I’m not running, I’m just not staying,
In my own time, I’m rearranging.
A life reborn, no more delaying,
I’m not running, just not staying.