ending as I begin..

Longing — 
The echo of things to come.. 
Running to it 
running from it 
reverberating so loudly within 
it’s become my sin..
make me or break me
my soul cries out..
cleanse me from the fight 
That destroys my might..
Different shoes I’ve been walking 
living miles blindly 
winding this path
looking for green grass..
only to discover
the color is whatever I choose it to be..
can’t run from me..