Feeling the touch of your naked hands thru my bear soul,
lighting up flames, flames that got me running, running from the past,
the past that gives me courage, courage to stand up
still I rise and run.
Running from the unfamiliar touch of your naked hands
to the familiar unkindness of mankind
My mind racing searching for answers from demanding questions…
should I …would I …could I
I take a moment to breathe as if it was my last
Breathless from running around in circles,
circles of the past with the potential to be come…if you could see me now.
By: Shodyskillz
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