Escape is Not an Option

The easiest way out
A permanent escape
Never having to look back
Not an option.
No matter how much I may crave it
No matter how desperate I become
The shortest path to the darkest end
A cliff hanger closing
This story isn’t ready to die just yet
Short, sharp revelations may be little relief
Biting nails, wearing down fingers
Digging into my body;
This suspense is killing me
And I feel like laughing
Sick and sad, nowhere to go
But if I carry on writing
Perhaps I’ll write my way home
And perhaps one day the Sun will shine
So bright and so beautiful
It makes me thankful to be alive.