Monday, December 18, 2017

It Happened to be.

It happened.
I ran.
I ran as the wind twitched the grasses.
My strengthening workouts giving wings to my feet.
Magic.
Absolute Magic.
A miracle.

My boyfriend asked how far.
But, it doesn't matter how far
I say.
I ran.

I ran away
From believing I couldn't
I ran from the ghosts of yesterday.
That beckon with every regret and painful blood smear.

Every ounce of strength
Every grain of being.
Living for God.
Living for Grace.
Venture abroad.
See a new place.

I ran to that place.
I ran from the heartbreaK
That had confined me so any years.

I ran
And
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
The moon in a silver bag.

I ran and saw the stars
Shimmer at the drop of every step
As I glided into Reno.

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