Safe

This is what freedom feels like if I know anything about it.
Don't wait on long lines, grab a coffee drink from the fridge, and smoke outside.
After many years I'm a pro.
The calmness of the empty drivers seat.
People hurry back to the bus as I watch from a comfortable distance.
My back leans on the wall.
From here, I will never be blind sighted.

Hunger pains are dull compared to the victory of my escape.
The bus moves under me before I can register how far I've come.
Fleeting bouts of relief seem worth the clouds of doubt that cast my future.
Wherever the destination,
I am safe in transit.
I've departed but I'm yet to arrive
Alone but not lonely
On my way, not left behind.