I want to travel the world,
I want to live by the sea,
In another place, I would become,
The person I was meant to be.
I want to go far away,
I want to leave that boy,
The one who broke my heart,
The one who stamped on my joy.
I unfurl my battered map,
Smooth creases with my hand,
Now where should I go?
Where is the promised land?
I squint through blackened eyes,
I dream of sand and sun,
I jump when the front door bangs,
I tremble when I see his gun.
I’ve never travelled far,
And now I never will,
A bang, a scream, a pain,
And then everything is still.
Written for Streams of Consciousness Saturday. Write the first thing that comes to mind following a prompt and post. No editing allowed. This weeks prompt is go.