The Escape

• Gabriella Shofer, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2009

Bounding, skipping, running
Swiftly out the front door.
Not daring to look back.

Where I will go is not for certain
I just need to get away.
Out from under her tight grip
and away from her control.

I knew it was wrong.
She would be worried
but I had to do it
I couldn’t stay there any longer

I find myself in an empty field
Free at last!