Stop Running

Evolution of thoughts and finding one's place

Love for myself

twisted in all its fear.

Love from another

something I may never bear.

Chains of the past

burden this desolate soul.

A stronghold of defenses

from life, take its toll.

Bringing meaning to desolation,

the cold vision of 'Light'

Born without place or measure,

the warmth of darkness holds tight

Driven to be alone,

master of this chaotic storm.

A reality of contradiction,

true strength found in this form

Hate, love, madness.

Emotions of one's coalescence.

Forged in the midnight pitch

disciplined in my quintessence

Reviews

[Isabella Sterling]

I love your word choices. It makes for a rich, vibrant poem and pulls everything together neatly, leaving no room in my room to picture anything but what you're trying to say.

[SleeplessVolcano]

Aahhhh....beautifully expressed, this obsession we have with running. I have been running for a few decades now, and only now, decided to stop for a while.........life is beautiful when we stop to see and not chase rainbows........