A poem in remembrance of who we are and what we have endured as a country, but that the worst sometimes brings out the best in people and brings us together.
Have you ever had that feeling that someone's watching you, like you're not completely alone? That unmistakable sound that comes from down the stairs, somewhere in the shadows?
We all run from something, and it always catches up, always...a girl with no memory of her identity is running, but why? And will whatever it is catch up?
