I run. And I run. And I run.
And I can't begin to find where it was that I used to exist. I no longer see that life, that person, that place.
I see my kids laughing more. I see my husband loving more. I see colors brighten the morning sky and fantastic amber sunsets close the day. And I run. And I am where I have meant to be all along.
I am, here. I have nothing to bring with me. I have everything I never knew I had and nothing that I thought I needed. I inhale. I exhale. And I live, here.
In my skin,
Beth
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