The Runner
I run because I fear that if I stop I will need to experience a feeling that may cause me pain. I am not sure whether this pain inside of me is loneliness, embarrassment, unworthiness, anger, sadness, jealousy, or hopelessness. I run anyway, because it keeps me active in my illusion and elusive of any form of change. I may change my running clothes from time to time but my reason for running remains the same. This all allows me to keep my back to what I fear and beyond that the truth. I'm not really sure why I started running. I guess along the way I must have felt my path in life wasn't safe and have continued running seeking never to feel that unsafe again. I need to stop. I need to face all that I have been running from, in all of it's uncomfortableness. In my heart I know that beyond all this, is the peace I have lost in becoming a runner.
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