Desperate Times

I am hiding right now
From them both.

I have real enemies here
In a way I haven’t in so long
And they hunt me.
What’s in their heart feels wrong

And this is when I’ve learned to run:
After they start prowling,
Before they catch me in a corner.

I have sustained so much,
And I feel barely intact.
I don’t have the energy to rebuild again;
I have right now to react.

I can still run

Somewhere my exposure will be limited
To inside my own walls
But a voice whispers, echoes,
Some gentle call,

“Shh… don’t go this time…
That is most dangerous of all. “