She runs to breathe,
-lieves that things will get better
with the dawn.
She holds that fire
in her heart
and wishes upon it, knows these
days are numbers, fleeting.
She is equal parts
and sky song, still
longing for other
places, small traces of hope,
scribbling her name in clouds,
Breathe. Run. Write. Put one word and one foot and one breath in front of the other. No other choice.
So true, my friend. Thank you for reading.
ah, there you are! you almost make me want to go run! but i sit down on the couch again untill that feeling goes away lol!
I have missed your words, like balm.
Another nice one B-) Glad to see another post
Wonderful. I love the economy of language herein. Inspired.