One day,

I’ll get past all of this.

Because I’m always running,

Just to stay alive

And to keep the ground from sliding out from under me.

It crumbles at my heels,

Sometimes rushing me forward as fast as my feet can take me,

Sometimes a slow crawl that lets me get ahead of it and just walk for a bit.

 

But I’m always moving.

It’s in my bones and it’s in my veins, 

Along with some other things that I try to run from,

Because I’m restless.

And I try to run from that, too.

 

I don’t know if I’ll ever stop moving.

I want to be able to,

And I’m running towards an unknown future.

A time to be comfortable,

To be calm,

To dance in the kitchen in the afternoon just to feel joy.

A place where I’ll be happy to stop and get my rest,

But the restlessness is in my bones

And the world keeps moving,

Rocketing along through space at speeds so fast that it’s a wonder that we all still cling to the surface,

And that we, 

And the delicate flowers,

Don’t all go floating up past the atmosphere.

 

But I tend to hope.

I believe in things,

And in people,

And I think that it will all turn out alright in the end,

It has to.

I hope fiercely and I grit my teeth and I hold on to belief

And I refuse to accept the words “it won’t get better.”

 

So I’ll stop one day.

Whether it’s in the warmth of a coffee shop on a rainy day

Or dancing in the kitchen while the sun sets golden outside my window,

I’ll find that spot where I’m willing to sit down on the road and let it stop crumbling behind me.

 

And I’ll breathe.