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.
You got this!👏🏿