Running as fast as I can. I can feel them breathing down my neck. My demons, my dark side. Running? Running for hope, for expectations, for a better me, for a better future. Still running...I trip but pull myself back up and surpress the pain. I run, I'm almost there! I feel my weight drop. I look back and see that its my fears, and devilish thoughts that fall to the ground. And my anguished heart is made pure, as prue as it can be at the moment. No more running, No! Now I fly high, high and free. And the riddle that is my my life is starting to make sense... Because I have a great teacher.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely written and filled with so much hope... Very good.....