My feet are planted to this earth.
My soul is hovering in the cold air in front of me.
Every breath is the ebb and flow of my very being moving in and out of my body.
Here, I stand.
My mind screams out, "Run".
Don't put roots down for you will only be uprooted and damaged again.
"Run" This place is only temporary.
These people only transient.
"Run"
My heart strikes back like a match catching fire.
Stand still and trust.
Give this place and people a chance to ground you.
Give the life in me a chance to grow and blossom.
Fight to stand still.
Running is no solution.
Running gives no rest or peace for my soul.
Here, I stand.
God, me, and this life.
I will stand still.
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