Running, I was, from the past.
Running, I am, from the present.
Running, I am, around the future.
Running, I was, from the villein.
Running, I am, from the voices.
Running, I am, around the vices.
Running, I was, from the shadows.
Running, I am, from the shame.
Running, I am, around the space.
Running, I was, from the failures,
Running, I am, from the fears.
Running, I am, around the feelings.
Running, I was, from the darkness.
Running, I am, from the death.
Running, I am, around the light.
Running, I was, from the morning.
Running, I am, from the night.
Running, I am, around the day.
Running, I was, from the truth.
Running, I am, from the truth.
Running, I am, around the lies.
Running, I was, from yesterday.
Running, I am, from tomorrow.
Running, I am, around today.
Running. I was, from the melody.
Running, I am, from the sound.
Running, I am, around the song.
Running. I was. From.
Running. I am. From.
Running. I am. Around.
Running.
Here's my confession: This poem I wrote poured out of me a few weeks ago while I was driving. I picked up my phone and immediately began dictating it in my notepad, I arrived at home and sat on the front step for about 20 minutes and finished it. The inspiration was a phrase a former co-worker told me. He said there's really only two questions that should be asked in a job interview: "What are you running from?" and "What are you running to?". I've thought of that a lot. And, I admit that in life, I have done a lot of running. I think if we are honest, we all do. We don't want to face our own demons. We are running around looking for something more, something less. Something. And, we are always running. Afraid of what stopping might bring us. We are afraid of dealing head-on with the reality of our lives. I confess that I am running. To. From. Around. How about you? What does the journey of your life look like?
