Bravery in the Shadows

I found poor Wellington there in the yard. A pitchfork resting beside his still

form. Father said, "Leave it," but truth doesn't hide from me.

C. Open reminds me to stay brave through storms. People move strangely,

their faces on red. Clues are the only things keeping me calm.

Counting the steps so the thoughts in my head stay straight. London was roaring

and bright in my mind. Swindon felt smaller the farther I ran.

Letters from mother kept shifting my history. Toby stayed with me while crowds

pushed my shaking hands. Still I kept moving to prove that I truly