Run

You inspire me to run again… even if that means starting slowly and working myself up to a crawl.

Gaining traction and feeling the weight of who I think I am with still so much to live up to.

What were you thinking.. I mean what was really on your mind when you fashioned me?

All over the place and yet still.. not yet arrived, but not where I first began.

Poems and words of hope published but sent back to me.. for a time that I needed them most.

I remember now.. how much power words hold so I choose now to structure them more carefully.

I run my race at a pace all my own.