Lace up, dear

What am I running from?
…Or what am I running towards?

Hiding the ugly side of me that shouldn’t ever see the sun,
Frightened to step off the curb the wrong way but running with my chin up high,
As I perfect my stride.

Questioning the allowances of my choices and reasons,
Constantly pulling my brain away from the constant memory mode –
Selectively remembering.

Balancing the expectations with the reality and the imagination in me,
Letting all my feelings freely run through me as if running in the rain,
Each step one purpose –

I’m just running to find myself.