My Running my Sanctuary

Running runs like a ribbon, threaded through the fabric of my life

Each step a stitch, each run a knot

Helping to hold the frayed bits and pieces together

Running is my truest friend and has seen me like no other

Down to my deepest darkest places where even I am too afraid to go

Running is my silent companion, no words are needed between us

It makes no promises, and hears no pretenses –

But listens quietly to the thoughts I cannot begin to express

Running is mine alone to diligently pursue or forget for a while if I choose to

It makes no demands and holds no agendas

it is a patient and generous gift

And so over time, each run and each step has slowly carved a space into my being

A transcendent tranquil space

My Running

My Sanctuary



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