I had to run to Port Mayaca; it was my only chance. |
In their words is humiliation, a wrath to do me in. I will not let it get to me. Time to seek salvation. In the peak of dusk, I measure- time, distance, and safety do not matter. If I don't go, I'll be destroyed and shall plunder my newfound pleasure. This race against time is my new challenge. I will chase this sunset until I am there. When I arrive, I will free myself from their aching words and emotional binges. Let them spew advice till the rising of the sun. For them I'll never admit that maybe I was wrong. I'll only state it in a place and to one person: my sacred soil of salvation and he I call the one. Blue skies of shame are behind me in the east. To the west are the pink skies of love. I will follow the western skies hoping they'll carry me to the arms of my love...at the very least. The pedal is forced nearly to the floor. I ask myself questions I fear answering. However, I have to understand the reality presented if I truly want to be with the one, mi amor. I race the sunset fast to the west. Before I know it, my salvation is in sight! Now I'm unafraid to be my proud self. Here I can decide for myself what is best. Walking to the shoreline under sunlight dim, I'm ready to scream and quake from the hurt locked inside. Opening my mouth, though...only a whisper when I realize I'm willing to do it all for him. So east I must retreat to ask him the questions that needed to be asked and must be answered. In the meantime, my pride has fallen, for I now need to adjust my unrealistic expectations. |