Old roots...

They said I would find it when I was ready.....
That like an old friend...
It would reach into the depths of my soul....
It would pull out the broken...
Th empty...
And it would heal...
It would fill...
It would replace the scars...
The bruises...
With tenderness...
Joy....
Strength.....
They said....
When I was ready....
If I was open...
It would return....
And my life would feel full once again....
I've been running...
Running for so long...
Running from the pain...
From humiliation...
Running for the healing...
Running for freedom...
The passion I lacked...
Became my reason to run....
And as my fire for running began to wain....
As it got emptier...
And the steps more laborious...
It came...
Like a slow dawn....
It gently crept into my soul....
And took hold...
And each day...
It grew...
Like the warming of the sun after a chilly spring night...
And like an old... trusted friend...
It wrapped itself around me....
For it had never left...
I had just stopped listening....
Stopped feeling it....
Replacing the love with the fear...
Of how it made me feel...

They said...
When I was ready...
When I was strong enough...
When I was open enough...
It would come back....
And it would heal...
And I would grow...
And that fire would return...
Combining both my passions into one amazing experience...
Running with the music....
They said...
And they were right....
And for them...
Who stood by...
And waited...
Silently willing me back to my roots...
And to those who never knew what it once was...
But brought it back...
Thank you...
For I'm ready....
Ready to embrace that stage once again....
Because some gift's...
Are too precious...
And no matter what time does...
Or others say...
It cannot be taken away....

They said....
And they were right....
And I'm forever grateful....