running

for the lack of patience

for the lack of someone to hold

for the lack of everything that I lack

I run

never far, but just enough

to be one step closer

to where it is that I need to be

where I wish to be

each foor beats

to a concrete rhythm

that pulses and burns through

every vein

my pace becomes part of my heart beat

quick, steady

and ready as the rest of the world

fades

as I run.