Flash Fiction: This Room
Photo by Emily Matyas
I pace back and forth in this room.
These long, narrow walls mirror my slow, steady walk,
And I know that I’ll leave this place soon.
But I need somewhere to hide today,
And don’t have somewhere else to stay.
So I lock myself up in this place,
As the world outside keeps up its pace,
And I can’t seem to run with it.
But I can’t seem to run from it.
So I stay here.
Get lost in my thoughts as I lay here.
Surrounded by mess,
My dreams stuck in my chest,
‘Till it stings as I breathe,
So I pray here…
To one day be set free.
