The Runner


The grim voice greeted her every night before she closed her eyes to sleep,
And just like every night, she ran away to a world where the voice could no longer creep.

It told her of tales where failure was the biggest foe and everything was dark,
That no matter how much she tried to be different, she would never meet the mark.

One day, the roaring voices that told her “no” started to lower to whispers hard to hear,
For she had realized that the darkness was but an illusion to the doubt that masked her fears.

Slowly, the whispers faded into the oblivion, no longer pushing her off her path,
Allowing the only voice that had ever mattered, to find its way back.

The voice greeted her every night before she closed her eyes to sleep,
But now, she listened to what the words had to say, for it was her voice to speak.

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