run, seek after the heavy metal basin

filled with dripping armor

coat your broken heart, over and over

hide away, some where safe

any where safe

don’t pick up the sharp object

that will cut to the core of your soul

instead,

dig deep inside of your character

learn to love what you hate about you

run away, but come back

let your very being weep for your loses

but count your gains

because eventually, it will out weigh the pain

sulk and sleep away your days

but, inevitably time will color your hair gray

and you will have to pay

for each and every way

you chose to live

as you sit and carefully caress

the soul no one else wants to touch

as you stitch it up, and set it in that bleak hollow box,

to bury -

think about life away from your circumstances

- dream -

and do what seems

impossible

run