Scars of Flight

Nighttime creaks silently forward
Enveloping the world in darkness,
She stops, listens, prays for her safety,
Her body, bloody, swollen with fear
And uncertainty of what lies ahead.

She cannot stop, her past is catching up,
She must run, she must hide, no time to rest.
She took off, flinging away the branches, the leaves, the animals
Those who stood by and watch as she
Bled, scarred all over, while the trees
Hanging overhead stared at her,
Watching silently, branches still.

It reminded her of THE people.
The unkind stares, the piercing chants,
The unforgiving feeling that sank onto her body,
Drowning her in a sea of hate,
She felt the ropes bite into her skin, her mind, her soul
Cutting off more than her blood.

Its time. The blade rose high, gleaming in the sun,
Her head drooped down, her pleas? None.
The arrow came as swift as a fox, as silent as a grave.
No longer was she bound,
Her heels took over,
Towards the woods,
Where she could not be found.

Nur Aniszah
4 Humility