Run

Posted by on Apr 8, 2014 in Poetry, Words

Run. Headlong towards
a life of importance.

Towards the person
worthy of a place
in this seemingly
conditional world.

Run until you can
hide no more.

Run until the pain
becomes unbearable.

Until you feel your
very soul bled dry.

Then stop. Stop dead.
The stop that stands
beyond the delusion
of slowing down.
Which is still
running.

Stop. So that you stand
face to face with the
uncertainty of darkness.

For it’s in this darkness
that you’ll remember light.

And from there you
will run freely.

With no need to hide.

 

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