Some of you may know this, but I have a dumb Poetry Blog and every now and then my pea brain produces something I actually like. I decided to share my latest with the reader's of my normal, and semi-sane blog. This is untitled still.


Running, she's running through forrest of green,
Eyes closed as she runs so nothing is seen.
Arms pumping wildly, legs going fast,
Silently wishing this feeling will last.
Running, she's running, she never wants to stop,
Flying free as a bird as she reaches the top,
Running full force until she comes to a halt,
Memories come back, like wounds filled with salt.
As her eyes well up, she peers over the edge,
Wondering if she'll really jump off of this ledge.
She slowly turns, with her back to the ravine,
Eyes closed as she thinks, so nothing is seen.
She starts to think of her many mistakes,
She knows that His love is all that it takes.
Running, she's running again through the wood,
Everything in her life is now understood.
At a time when she thought no one loved her at all,
He gave her the courage and she chose not to fall.