Running

Running I’m running, dodging, forever fleeing From things I wish not to confront Bad traits, weaknesses, and vices I believe they should be shunned These things I linger to acknowledge Just because it will hurt my pride Though I know I must make changes Still I can’t seem to decide Why can’t I just be accepted With all of my essence, all of me? Is it a bit too much I’m asking? Why can’t you just let me be? Whether you will criticize me Or maybe judge me, I don’t care Don’t correct me, don’t reprove me None of that is even fair I am running, I am dodging This has now become a skill Even fleeing I now master When I’m counseled against my will All this running, all this fleeing Has left me feeling mighty free But one skill I still don’t master Is how to run away from me. Wendy Nipas