If you stop for too long
you give your past a chance to catch up with you
and it will try eating you alive.
I’ve been moving for so long
that when I stop it hits me like
a tsunami of regret.
It tries to swallow me whole
and take me under.
But the thing about dreadful pasts,
and bitter memories
is that they make you stronger,
better,
faster.
And sometimes
you
can
outrun
them.