Windsong

Here is a piece to inspire all of you runners, walkers, writers and the rest of us who want some encouragement to face those daily hurdles. Windsong is written by Write Around Portland workshop participant Marbear, from the Sequoia Mental Health group. This piece was recently published in our summer 2009 anthology The Cracks in the Paint.

Windsong

I've been thinking about:
Running as fast as the wind. Jumping over hurdles in my way. My heart thumping like a rhythmic drum, sweat sticking to my skin. Freedom at last, no one can contain me, I am the wind carried to and fro. My illness cannot find or catch me, my hurt won't pierce my soul again...running, jumping, flying away. My spirit soars, up, over, and away from it all.