Redemption

I remember the rhymes

Paced for better times

Telling me to run

Just for the fun of it.

So I ran.

Then I learned

That running away, hiding in shame from what was real

Returned burning of scars that hadn’t time yet to heal.

One at the heart remembering what was

One in the stomach, filled up because

All the crap I was fed

Needed a home.

And I could stomach that.

When I stopped my running, lung set on fire.

I returned to face those, those who called liar.

If my pants were still burning?

How are they there?

If my heart was done yearning?

Would I still really care?

Redemption isn’t achieved five miles away

Redemption is fought for amidst the foray.

Running is forgetting

But regret is faster than I.

Redemption is forgiving

and the truth can never lie.

Reclaiming your worth and forgetting those rhymes

Is picking up the pencil and writing your own lines.

Make your story great.

Redemption.

Now that is awesome.