when i run,

there are two different ways.

there are times i run with heavy steps,

i throw my feet heavily on the ground with every step,

i go slow,

i go lethargic.

these are the times when my heart's at ease,

my mind undisturbed,

just enjoying the music,

just sinking into the scenery,

delighting in the presence of God.

there are also times,

i bounce with every step,

as if i've got a spring attached to my sole,

i gain energy in my strides,

though every part of my body tells me i'm tired,

my mind says"push on, push on. keep going, keep going."

these are the times,

my spirit is unsettled,

i've got much frustration,

much anger kept within.

i felt misunderstood,

i felt i'm all alone.

so i tell myself,

all the more,

you've got to keep fighting.

my feet gaining more energy,

my mind calming the raging storm.

as if all the pieces of the jigsaw are pieced up,

i feel God's strength,

i feel Him backing me up.

this time,

the run was the latter.

my eyes fixed on the faraway ending point,

as if glaring with defiance.

i do not understand why the prickly words,

i do not understand why the sacarsm.

i do not know why such a perception,

i no longer know how to love.

this time, i give in.

because i'm your daughter,

i dont wish that you think of me that way.

but when it comes to the matters of the kingdom,

i will still do what is correct.

it was your care that drew me closer to you,

it was your thornlike words that made me grow, bouncing back with greater strength.

good or bad,

thank you for that.

but hey,

my heart is still filled with love,

stuborn love that the guy above showed.

because i'm your daughter,

i dont wish to hold anything against you,

i want to always respond with love.