earthquake and thunderstorms
alter the vibes of peace
sometimes, life goes rattling
insecure and uncertain
heart and mind misaligned
flames feed from
bottoms of your soles
abrade against concrete
remnants of burning scents
as you marathon the path
the unknown direction
as long as it heads ‘away’
away is comfortable
to stand and face mirrors
challenges every cell
cuffed with shame and guilt
so you run, shackled
ball and chain
you tire easily and wonder why
the key to bliss in arm’s reach
but running moves feet
motion lulls the mind
it’s temporary though
good sneakers will take you far
minus the restraints.
(c) Liza Morales
Liza's Abode 