Poetry

Fear had rapidly poisoned my veins, 
and as soon as we had started running, I prepared myself to fall behind; 
I slowed my sprint to a jog in the frigid, bleak rain.

I looked ahead, 
and I saw my kindred desperately, from danger escape. 

At once, I looked behind, 
yet the shadows betrayed no one.

I claimed for my sister in the obscure gloom of the night.

I immediately encountered anxiety in her brown, worried eyes, 
and it only took me a fraction of a second, 
to have her thoughts thoroughly identified.

She, as well, had diminished her pace.

We had just lost our father, and I knew that the possibility of her losing me, 
was more than her fragile, shriveled heart could bear.

Yet, even in the naiveté of my youth, 
I could reminisce and fill my heart with content.

I had lived through enough, 
definitely not through all imaginable possibilities, 
but my sixteen years of entity
were enough.

My feet became poised for whatever malignant presence crawled at our heels, 
and I embraced it with might.