The person I’m escaping from is following me
Lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce.
To haunt and scare me.
Whispering my secrets to strangers.
Sneering at my efforts, mockingly.
Voicing my fears to the world, loudly.
Taunting my mind me, endlessly.
Screaming my thoughts to the enemy, cruelly.
Crushing my hopes, despairingly.
Threading on my dreams, mercilessly.
Revisiting my past, threateningly.
Calling my name, dispassionately.
With promises that lull the Prodigal Daughter asleep
While she continues to feed the swine.
Instead of leading her to the Father’s House
Where a loving welcome awaits her.
A place of rest and peace and light
From whence there is no need to run
From the person who follows me everywhere
From the enemy called
Vera your poetry is amazing, ever evolving. I picture a future student trying to explain how the poet was tortured.trying to explain the concepts having only the life experience of a child…time to get a publisher!!