And So You Run...

Stand. Up. Tall.
...and they will try to hurt you.
They will spin their words
like brilliantly arched arrows
critique and criticize.

Sit. Back. Down.
...and they will prod at you.
They will make each step a monument
of what you have not been able to see.

Run. And. Run.
Until you have left yourself behind,
left them too.
But they will follow.
Haunt you with their whispers,
glass words,
transparent lies.
and so you collapse.
Lay. Gasping. Here.
...and all they do is hide.