Run away?

Synchronicity is a weird but terribly miraculous thing.  I wrote this poem earlier and then went out.   I came home to read another blog about a person the blogger knew being chased by the devil in his imagination.  I was not going to post this as I didn’t feel it was good enough to post and often I feel I post too much.  But when I read the blog I did I thought of how whatever we go through someone else is going through too.  And for that reason I am posting it.

Run away from all that you are sacred to face Don’t stop until your feet are bloody And can carry you no more Along roads that hurt so much to travel In this flight fear drives you from deep inside The monster at your back breathes fire But the truth is The further you run The tireder you become And the less connected you are You are a waif Who has become bloodless by your refusal to face That which you do not understand But still needs to find a home

Buried deep inside your fear Is the energy that wants to bring you to life To lead you back from this wilderness To connection  Can you stand to stop your flight Can you face the demon that pursues And come to understand What it may be asking of you Surrender to your fate And engagement with the deepest place of hurt That holds deep within its stony heart A precious jewel Waiting to be uncovered beneath the dust

Will you stop running Even if its your inner monologue of tortured mind To feel your way into the heart and soul and deeper truth You learned so long ago To leave behind.