Her hair flows behind her as she runs through the darkness. Life hits her at every angle, but she continues to get back up. Her body is covered in bruises, scrapes and scars. Each mark from a hurtful word, a painful touch, a self hating thought…
She still runs.
Her body is weak, but her mind is strong. She gets up. She runs.
What is she running from?
Aren’t we all running?
Running away from our fears, running away from responsible. But also away from evil, away from threats and unnecessary pain.
I am running with her.
In the darkness I see her hair. The long, golden tresses glow in the blackness.
Where are we running to?
I see it.
There is light in the distance. I keep running.
I run for life, I run for joy, I run for love.
I run because of the hurt, because of the heart ache. Despite the darkness, there is light.
We run for the light.
My body is covered in bruises, scrapes and scars, but it reminds me of where I’ve been.
Now, I’m heading into the light…