What am I running from?

It could be my own actions.

An accident or misjudgment.

A spin out on the black ice called life.

Trying to flee before the police show up.

Action with a direct reaction.

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I have had dreams of getting into a car crash even though I have never driven one.

Everyone likes to say that they are not that person.

Accepting the fallout with grace and poise instead of cowardice.

I would be ashamed to mention how often I am that coward in my dreams.

Of course dreams do not usually reflect directly to reality.

But nobody knows how they will behave until the moment comes.

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Or could I be running from the actions of another?

The one being hit instead of being the driver.

Consequences I had no say or input in.

Bitter medicine that I never asked for or needed at the beginning.

Run over until I need healing.

Action with indirect reaction.

***

I do not need to dream to be faced with the consequences that others bring.

From medical care to unequal relationships I cannot escape.

A crystal clear reflecting pool showing a very ugly truth.

Forced inaction and pain I have to handle again and again and again.

A knife that I have never even felt the handle of.

Knowing that there is nothing I can do even as I meet the blade.

***

Consequences can shape and affect.

Both you and I dancing in a landmine.

Unable to control anything but ourselves.

Even when I know I cannot trust you to not throw a grenade at me.

Minding my own actions out of blind faith.

For a disgusting amount of people stop seeing consequences if it only effects another.