This is me running from my life
as it chases me down -
School books, schedules and dollar signs in hand

I’m running from a life without You
Nay – without a You.

Unable to find a voice within the self
That demands control and declares hope
Finding only memories of whispers wet –
Nay – soaked - with intimacy
and the reality of an honest experience

I’m running in self-silence to the sounds of:
“Forget Me not”
“Thou shalt not”
“Can You just not…?”

When there was a You
and We were an Us…

I could stop running
Be ever so gently still
Let the ******* rush me from behind
Let it break on my back...
And feel the tsunamis fail to drown me.

You kept me grounded

And it dawns on me that I’m not running from my life
I’m running for it.