I saw my essay running away, with folded legs and pointed toes;
scurrying away from me,
to seek the unknown freedom from a writer’s hand.
I chased it long and hard, for my dreams and thoughts it had stolen.
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I like this poem. It's an example of what I'll call strong personification as the essay takes off on its own to write its own destiny, so to speak. I can understand the writer's fatal chasing of it, too; it's his intellectual property that's printed there. So there's a believable conflict here. I think your closing lines are inspired. I should have given it wings. Yes! That's precisely the task of the writer, to give what he writes the resources, the impulse, the freedom to exist on its own. There's a lot of truth about creative writing just below the surface of this poem about paper.