Sunday Poetry

Light Steps

Tiptoeing across the room
Careful not to make a sound
Slipping out silently
Creeping down the stairs.

Stepping to the door
Turning one last time
Making sure no one is awake
To witness the escape.

Walking through the door
Softly pulling it closed
Turning around to face the unknown
Walking toward freedom.

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