Yet to be named

And she looked up just in time

To see it curve around the bend

The vast and serene sea

As she was plunged back into concrete and tree

She had made a choice

Between that which she loved none more than another

It was opportunity cost she knew

Knowing she will long for it

But wait for the next time

Make a choice again

Fully aware it could be either way

Despairing neither

Sure she would catch a glimpse of the other

*** It's a poem which you can interpret in many ways but the choices here are between her love for the sea and her love for reading....a simple choice she makes every morning on her way to work.

Unnamed as yet

She ran as fast as she could

Fleeing from it

Horror masked on her face

Afraid to face it

Was she ready to fight it

Was she ready to accept it

The person it made her

The person it would make her

The faded cobbled stones engulfed her

As she ran from one wall to another

They twisted and folded on her

Threatening to never end

The darkness pressing in

She ran faster

As the voices in her head grew

Crippling her

She ran faster

But the more she ran the more they grew

To stop was impossible

Twas certain death

She cud not afford it once more

But wasn’t this running also death

Cos who she was escaping would never leave her

She could do all she wanted it would stay

Cos no one can escape themselves you see

No one can escape themselves.