The Rhythm of My Running Feet

Pitter-patter

Pitter-patter

My steps resound

As I run through the puddles.

 

The rain is drenching my clothes,

Soaking my sneakers,

But I don’t care.

I had to get away;

I had to run;

I had to disappear.

 

Your words continuous play

In my head like a record-player

That got stuck on the same sad track:

“Take accountability.  They were your choices.

Stop expecting people to take responsibility for your life.”

 

That was never my intention!

I would never expect that of people

How could you even accuse me of that?

 

And now, running in the pouring rain,

I try to block out your voice;

Try to replace it with another sound,

The sound of the rain;

The rhythm of my running feet.

 

Copyright©JosieWentzel31January2008

 

 

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

This is such a beautiful, emotive work (deeply introspective and powerful)!!!!!!!! I just love the vivid image of racing away from someone's words, hearing the rhythm of your feet, the echoes of the rain... I want to escape right now, so I feel this one so much inside me... It's amazing how your words so often speak to me...

Craig

[Adela Muresan]

Desperation is in a good contrast with the run tough the rain.

The title made me very curious about the poem, the moment I read it; it's very good choice!

A.M.