I am still running

From every beauty that promises decay

Haven’t yet gathered enough audacity

To call this shrinking body my home

 

I too, have been beaten and bruised by the wind

Pushed to run with dreams breathing in my chest

From all the tired and brokenness I was spooned

Afraid of being some good man on a dirty soil

 

I too, have let love chew my heart into rags

Left my flamboyant tongue in a burning house

Lived in some waiting room for someone’s bones

Afraid to let some bitterness

Turn into my comfort meal

 

See, I might have hated on my own hand for long

Left barbwires on my heart’s window, scratching

At some kind of something, that exhibits newness

Yet, wandering if I’ll ever call anyplace my home

 

The past and I are not each other’s choices ??

I know this, maybe the present too ??

So I will keep on running

 

Head held up high, beautifully into darkness

Because darkness you know,

Never refuses the broken.