Turn away

I fight everything 

To not turn back

To not run away

But my eyes still 

Land on her face

 

My feet become rooted 

In the ground

My heart twists

In my chest

Reminding me of

Her

 

I know I can never 

Return here

But that sweet 

Little girl needs 

Me

 

All the strength 

Left in me

Cranes back my

Neck to

The road ahead 

I can't stop 

 

My feet weigh 

Me down 

But I pick them 

Up and place 

Them forward 

One step 

At a time 

 

Still I'll never

Forget the little girl 

I used to be 

Posted in response to the challenge Shoulder.

My rooster, he's the white one

Bee.Lover

VT

16 years old

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