by Marhiannon

Once with my heart tucked under my arm,
All broken and battered,
I ran from your charm.

Like a train rolling down,
An insane blinded track,
I built up my steam and then circled back.

How many ways to run from this pain?
You left me alone in this forest of rain.
Now to find my way out when each path is a maze,
Brings me back to the center of those old hurtful ways.
With the years rolling by, age shows on my face.
I haven’t moved at all! Though I’ve kept up this pace.
Inside lives a child who longs to be free,
But you still break my heart, as if I were three.

I studied, and then….I thought that I learned.
How to be happy?
How not to yearn?

Pretending doesn’t hide; I belong to this lonely breed.
My tears, they keep running.
My fears, they still need.

There are no real ways to run from this pain.
I’m alone with myself being cleansed by the rain.
I won’t search my way out, and I’ll rest in the mist.
Show me where peace is, and my center of bliss!
Every year that’s rolled by shines as courage on my face.
It’s OK to be still, and move at my own pace.
So I look deep inside to find what I truly believe,
And to see all the colors that stillness can weave.