With Him

by Samantha Mae Yson


Beads of sweat rolled down my cheek,
As I grasped my tote tightly to my chest.
I turned around.
The road behind me Was dark and dead and empty.

I stared down the road, My heart raced,
My grip tightened.
I am lost.

A million pair of eyes stared at me, As if I was underneath a spotlight.
My gaze shifted to where I was headed.
I ran; I was shoving people away.

I stared down the path, My heart calmed down, He was here.
And I am safe-


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