She sat there, her feelings burning inside of her, <br />her love, anger, guilt, pain all eating away at her. <br />How could she tell them what she felt? <br />Her own mother and father? <br />They would never approve of it, they were too old fashioned, <br />couldn’t see things had changed since their day. <br />No, it was no use, her only option was… <br />was to run, run far away, away from the arguments, <br />shouting and the disapproving stares. <br /> <br />She grabbed the case from on top of the old, antique wardrobe, <br />placing it on her bed before her, <br />the bed that she had laid in since she was a little girl. <br />Slowly she began to place her clothes in the case, <br />a small, perfectly formed tear, fell from her eye, <br />and landed on the bedspread. <br />The last mark she would leave on her parent’s world… <br /> <br />She carried the case into the kitchen, <br />and before she left, she slipped a note under the fruit bowl, <br />assuring her mum and dad she would be ok, <br />that it was better this way, <br />and with that she was gone, <br />off to be with the love of her life, <br />to be free, to be with…her.<br /><br />Steve Armstrong<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forbidden-love-2/
