Running runs like a ribbon, threaded through the fabric of my life
Each step a stitch, each run a knot
Helping to hold the frayed bits and pieces together
Running is my truest friend and has seen me like no other
Down to my deepest darkest places where even I am too afraid to go
Running is my silent companion, no words are needed between us
It makes no promises, and hears no pretenses –
But listens quietly to the thoughts I cannot begin to express
Running is mine alone to diligently pursue or forget for a while if I choose to
It makes no demands and holds no agendas
it is a patient and generous gift
And so over time, each run and each step has slowly carved a space into my being
A transcendent tranquil space
My Running
My Sanctuary
Strong sentiments expressed SO beautifully. It is wonderful to read your work again!
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Thank you so much Anne – I have missed writing
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I am not a runner but I can relate to what you say so evocatively and full of insight. As Anne says too, it is beautifully expressed.
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Thank you
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