KrypticMetaphor

Escape, Run away, From their hate, And their shouts. Don’t look back, Just keep on walking. Breathe in, Breathe out. Just a few more steps. Sink down with relief, On the cool dirt floor. Focus on the hands laying there, Shaking, Trembling, Uncontrollably. Blocked out by the trees, And the tall-growing weeds, The small body is hidden, From unwanted eyes. Breathe in, Breathe out. Block out their yells. Retreat to the land, Of pixies and magic, Where no grownups, Spoil all the fun. In this land, All it takes, Is faith, Trust, And pixie dust, To fly away, Far away, From all of these problems, And worries,