Untitled, n = 1,251

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I'm running back and forth
with no end in view.
I tell myself the running
is the goal persued.
I'm running from a wall
deep within my heart.
Then I'm drawn back again
where running must restart.
Fear's behind the running,
inner loss as well.
Until I vault that wall,
running is my hell.

n = 1,251; July 22nd, 2016.


This is about a dream I had, which I interpreted as me running back and forth between hating my father and trying to love him.

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