I am out of breath
and yet,
I keep running.
Gasping and panting, struggling to stride
stride for stride with every step
my breath becomes less and less
and yet,
I keep running.
Running away from my source
and of course
from everything that make this being be.
Running from myself, running from You
not knowing where or to whom I run,
just running because I don't know what else to do.
I run, not because I choose to,
but I run because I feel as though I have no other choice.
I am out of breath and I have no voice
I cannot hear the words of wisdom spoken by the wise
for the wind that is whistling by my ears and I
cannot see the way before me from the tears in my eyes.
Standing in these feet I stand in,
blinding is my speed though I go nowhere fast.
Running as fast as I can
I cannot run from where I am
standing in these tracks,
There I am,
just running.
Oblivious to the fact
that what I am running from,
though not in my immediate sight
is running my life
and destroying everything I leave behind.
Left behind in this race I run
with no possibility of winning
and here I am once again at this race's beginning.
Where before I ran for the sake of running
I know simply stand
No longer falling causing my feet to try and keep up,
I stand and behold all before me
Standing firmly reflecting in the light of glory.
Breathing, I have a renewed breath in my chest,
Speaking, I am aware of courage in my voice
Seeing, I can now observe all for what it is
Feeling, I realize the comfort that love gives
Hearing, I am able to listen what I have heard.
I now have clarity on my side as an ally
Allowing me to freely be
without the burden of uncertainty
I stretch,
I catch the breath that I left
and again begin to run,
but with pace and purpose
I take steps with confidence and feel secure about my direction
for I have learned that the only race that isn't won
is the race that isn't run.
-Iyapo
