This time I didn't run.
I did not retreat
Into the recesses within,
Away from others,
Avoiding the here & now.
Nor did I hop a plane
To partake in an adventure
That aides in my escape of reality.
A 'here' where I'd rather not be.
Instead I stayed.
I sat in the muck.
I looked at myself
And revealed that I would not
Offer a way out
Of seeing just what was existing there within myself.
I faced the demons of my past
And even those of my future.
I looked honestly at the girl staring back at me in the mirror
And told her
Enough was enough,
Gave her the lecture
Of life,
Of self,
Of spirit.
And then left it to her
To find her way.
That is how I came to be here.
Here-in this moment,
Fully present and available
To anyone who should seek me,
Including myself.
Here-in this space
That not long ago I called muck
And today believe is beautiful & rich.
Here-in me
Happy
Amazed at how far I've come,
Without, in fact,
Running anywhere.
Instead,
Staying to see it through
to the other side of 'Here'.
