Run, they said to me
I have always been told that life is like a race and in my young mind I believed it was a race against everyone around me, but as I grow up and mature slowly into the person I am meant to be, I realise the only person I am running against is myself and the one person really routing for me to win is my heavenly father ( God ).
I also think we run in different places, because we face different challenges and we are given different blessings or should I say gifts. Some may run  on a track field and others may run on a road full of potholes, but I would like to believe I run around the netball court and I have reasons for that, first being the fact that I set goals and when I reach them I set more, I guess you could say I don't believe in finish lines... there's always place for improvement and secondly I believe in life after death and after this life of flesh I believe I'll be an angel in heaven that just keeps on running.

Run, I say to myself
RUN!

my previous relationship... full of darkness but I sat still and held on to the light behind me that I could barely see, I lost myself slowly and got consumed by your sweet words (lies), my face faded and the light from behind me was shining on your face making you look godly, perfect, kinda like the art you make, beautiful, you're talented and even though you broke my heart I still can't help but compliment you.
Everything was perfect till you mentioned her name and spoke about her like a sweet lalaby and continued to lie, saying deceiving things "I don't like her" "she's just a friend"...
she came along like Becky just without the good hair, she was beautiful though, "was" because she's dead to me.
The picture I saw of you with her broke my heart and that's  when I decided to turn my face towards the light and walk away from you, turning my back towards you. You used to be so godly and now I see you like I see Judas

Defeated!