Unbeknownst to the world around her, she ran.
Without even a thought of the repercussions, she ran.
Eyes level with the sun, early morning, she ran.
Into the horizon that was exposing her flee, she ran.
Behind her lies a town, empty and burning to the ground.
The presence of ash so deathly, burns her eyes and nose so heavy.
In that place ablaze, she was born, raised, broken, and torn.
That was home, and now she is running to a place of her own.
Unbeknownst to the world around her, she runs.
Without even a thought of the repercussions, she runs.
Eyes level with the stars, late at night, she runs.
Into the constellations that are lighting her path, she runs.
– Brittany Rose