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Sabrina G.

Run

Running away from the wooden stairs,
            from the parking lot,
                        from the crowds of people.

Running away,
            until I’m completely alone.
                        Away from reality.

The scene looks unreal;
            the untouched golden sand
                        and the glistening clear blue ocean.

I slip into that world.
            Still running away
                        from the people, parking lot, stairs.

From the people,
            from my family, work, problems,
                        from reality, pain, exhaustion.

From my family,
            my brother,
                        the fighting.

From work,
            the rotten fish smell,
                        the rude customers.

From my problems,
            reality, pain,
                        exhaustion.

Running faster, faster,
            toward am unreachable goal.
                        Getting closer yet seeming so far away with
                                                                                             every
                                                                                                            step.

Pain becomes real.
            Exhaustion sets in.
                        Reality comes back.

Still running;
            the wooden stairs appear.
                        The parking lot within reach,
                                    and the people around me.

Running away;
            I couldn’t make it.
                        Running in circles
                                    brought me back
                                                to those old,
                                                            wooden
                                                                        stairs.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2009 EDITION]