Soul Run Poem by Lux Bellavora

I don't know what I'm doing anymore. So many plans, so many hopes, so many colorful dreams nestled in my scarred hands. But I stare down at them closely, even though they seem to blur, and then put them on the shelf to dry and settle. My burning feet for once crave to run barefoot in the new pleasures of spring, but my once comfortable shoes cannot follow through the mud of new beginnings. Where stinging blisters formed and healed, but still tender... I lace up my soul and run.