I wish I was wrong. I wish and hope and pray but I fear, that the screams building inside me are holding me back as I run. So I let go. Screaming my feet pound the ground. I run as wild as the wind is on this stormy day.Faster and faster as tears and rain whip at my face and stream down my cheeks. Faster and faster I race around. Till finally, the pressure on my chest is released and I lift off the ground. I am no longer running, I am flying. Mightier than an eagle I fly. My feet never want to touch the ground...
Again.
