Cricket Walker

Running into the wind, the sun setting on my back
tears blurring the winding trail beneath my feet
hoping I can run hard enough this time
to escape from what, I do not know

My pulse pounding in my ears
drowning out every thought
but not the emptiness

Wondering how far I have to run
before it all begins to subside
afraid it is me I am running from

The sweat pours down my face
gasping for air, for one little breath
searing pain races through my muscles
reminding me I am still alive

Craving peace and tranquility in my life
praying God will send an angel to my soul
to put all the broken pieces back together

Then I see it there
one little dandelion
just defying the wind
daring me to make a wish

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