Running 
away 
or 
towards 
something – 
I was never sure. 
I just knew I was running 
and lost 
and lonely 
and afraid. 
It had to stop – 
this running 
that blurred all the scenery 
and robbed me of my breath – 
but how? 
Every time I slowed down, 
I was more alone 
and more afraid 
than the last time I started running. 
The fear always insisted: 
run faster, 
run farther, 
run harder.
Until one day,
the uncontrolled collapse 
landed me in a field 
of vibrantly peaceful daisies. 
There, 
the air was filled 
with the simplicity of their love 
and the strength of their life, 
enveloping me with desire to become like them – 
vibrantly peaceful,
lovingly strong. 
I looked around at all those daisies smiling life at me 
and I wondered, 
had they been there all along?