On The Inside

There are days she likes to go running;
while screaming at the top of her lungs.
Hearing the sound of the pavement’s beat;
the rhythm of her heart dancing free.
It unfolds the prospect of her soul;
she closes her eyes so timidly.
With the nag of her low self esteem;
her mind’s running opportunity.
She settles into meditation;
finding comfort in life’s reflection.
Imagination running wildly; as purity of self arises.
Time heals all wounds and scars of the past;
even when that voice starts screaming lies.
She already has the help she needs;
by dissecting her inner being.
Weave through obstacles to overcome;
Never give up, life’s already won.