running far

the rain not holding me back

the sirens chasing my every step

the wildflowers popping up within my wake


the rain is not my tears

the rain is the heartfelt vote of passion that has nurtured and nourished and supported me

rain has been falling for years

rain encouraged me to grow


the sirens are not my fears

the sirens are the memories that show up so quick but then leave me far too soon

sirens have been sounding for years

sirens encouraged me to move


so now I am here

running far

with hopes higher the mountains

still leaving wildflowers in my wake


– wildflowers

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