Baby You’re a Track Star
Run.
Go ahead.
Run.
Keep running.
Run until you can’t feel your legs.
Until you lose your breath.
Until you hear your heart pleading against your eardrums for reprieve.
Run from the pain,
and the sadness.
Run from opportunity,
and consequence.
Just run.
Run as fast as you can.
It will never be fast enough.
You will never escape
the thoughts,
the ache,
the longing,
the fear.
But go on.
Run.
Through the rain,
and the wind,
and the storm.
Until you feel the warmth
of love and light on your skin.
And still,
you run.
You run right through
every open door,
every hand that reaches,
every heart that stays.
You run from the things
you once begged to find.
You mistake them as something to fear,
something you need to escape.
How foolish it would be
to ask you to stay.
To quit running.
When running
is what you’ve become.