Lesbian Poetry

Running

I've been running for as long as I can remember,
Trying to forget about slamming doors behind me.
Always running toward that one safe door,
The one without the key,
Throwing interference objects quickly behind me.

Believing after years, I could outrun the anger,
And surrender the mask of fear off my face.
But I'm just losing track of time and things, people and mistakes,
Hiding behind the keyless door, soothing my soul's aches,
'Til it gathers the courage to peek once more.