Stresses are like a never ending nagging in my mind.
My mind wanders but then is forced back to reality.
I run to try and clear my mind.
I run my legs and body sore.
My mind is cleared just to be clustered again.
I embrace what my father has set before me but it is a bitter sweet dose.
I continue to run my legs numb from the cold and my chest burning from the cold air.
I ask why and don't understand.
I am tired.
I am worn.
Father wrap me in your arms for I need your comfort.
I need to know that you love your daughter.
My beautiful king i come to your feet.
Instill in me the faith that i lack.
Remind me of your goodness and never fail to pull me back.