I tried to run away to a far away land, where the grass was greener, and the responsibilities leaner. I ran from the ghosts, I ran to foggy coasts. I ran from the memories. I ran from our mistakes. I wanted a new me, whatever it takes. But life, as she often does, had a different plan in mind. Now I have to say I'm a little less blind. I have discovered my god, no not the one you're thinking of. I found "it" in the history here. I connected to souls I now hold dear. I found solace in the here-after in the stones of cathedrals. I found hope in stone glass windows. I found peace in battlefields. I also found pain. It poured down like rain. It took my breath away, trying my best to keep the night at bay. I no longer fear the ghosts back there. I fear being stuck in the metaphorical here. I've now been unwanted, seen a love be haunted. I've finally stood up for myself. Even if they think I have totally fallen off the shelf. I have embraced my flaws, finding the power in their claws. I have gained respect for those waiting for me. I have learned a new definition of free. I learned it isn't in the lack of responsibility but in my magnificent ability. I find freedom in the doing, in the dream I'm pursuing. Here I am. Tired of fighting. Tired of running. Flying home.