For those running running,
forget holding onto your hat-
that which has you trying to flee,
with its tangles and barbs and gashes and claws,
can outrun you
and knows every shortcut
to come out ahead
and again and again..
Face what you plead with silently
to go away
Hold onto your heart instead.
That intricate webbing of blood coursing its way
through all of you,
into toes, and eyelids, and knees.
Your heart, you,
the one constant partner-
wrap tender fingers around the unwanted.
For those working through terror,
For those tending to their rage,
For those who turn, who return-
Your life is yours.