I erase these words,
journeying towards new destinations,
walking upon chosen paths,
For I need to run,
to feel the wind push against me,
I find no comfort,
in soft surroundings.
So I search out the raw and roughed,
the broken paths, that need tending.
It's where my soul fly's free,
this ability to rebuild,
to recreate.
To push past,
this notion of defeat.
Running towards the unknown,
feeling all my fears slip away,
as I free fall,
breaking through my conditioning,
spiraling towards my healing.
( All words and images are mine.)