Running

away??

Deep breath.
Right foot first.
Then left.
    Thoughtless movement.
     Constant.
Heart begins to race. Moving…muscles tighten…breathe…breathe….… breathing….is….harder….muscles………..ache…….push on….keep running…running… running….RUN FASTER….FASTER. ..pant….ing….a thought crosses my mind.
STOP. 

Am I running just to run? Running from something? Turn around. Face reality. Stand tall. Face the sun. Walk against the wind. Against the grain. Heart beats in a new way.

This..is..war. We don’t have to fight it alone unless we run.

What good am I if I run away?  That won’t make the challenge, the struggle any better, will it?  Then I’ll just be in a new location with the same heartache.  Need to make up my mind to stay.  And fight.  And struggle.  And wrestle.  And replace lies with truth.
Even be okay not being okay sometimes. 

I need to stop running.