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Running in the rain

To my older sister

What am I really feeling?
May these things be known.
Where am I really going,
if not back home?
Why these feelings of stuck-ness?
At some point the light should clear....
And if I just take myself out for a run,
then what will happen here?
 
Running in the rain,
I’ll be running in the rain.
And all those clear, polluted drops,
may take away this pain.
Running on the pavement,
I’ll pass the houses by.
Running through the cemetery,
where the rested lie.
 
Chasing up a moment,
where the water may be clear,
waiting for that green light
that will dispel all fear.
Running in the rain,
the songs create a space,
and in each step that hits the ground,
I’ll feel a bit more in place.
 
You tell me I’ve become selfish,
I’ll tell you I have grown.
You tell me you don’t believe me,
I’ll tell you I had known;
that’s why I had kept my silence...
Perhaps when we’ve spent more time apart
then we will understand.
And by that time my arms will stretch out so far
that you may shake my hand,
without moving to where I stand.
 
Running in the rain,
where heat is quickly cooled,
and every stride may just resemble how it feels
to be swimming in a swimming pool.
I imagine splashes and puddles,
and my socks more and more wet,
my thoughts just that bit less muddled,
the road more focused and set.
 
So a red light will be nothing
but an excuse to just wait and breathe,
and I will take in that moment
where again I begin to believe.

Written September 2013

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