Stop Running
Movement is life
Be busy
That’s what everybody said
Phone rings
I tell her
I run for an hour a day
Some days more
Long pause
Hate pauses
Hate phones
Stop running
Deliberate and concerned
Not an order
Not a command
A hope
A suggestion
A nudge
A note from love
Advice carefully thought
Lessons hard learned
Stop running
Movement was my escape
Movement was my excuse
Movement was life
Movement was everything
Movement meant not thinking
Movement was running away
Stop running
I didn’t want to understand
I didn’t want to stop running
I’d been doing it all my life
Run and run and run
Keep moving
Keep busy
Keep working
Keep talking
Keep eating
Keep drinking
Keep having fun
All is movement
Stop running
I didn’t
And then she was gone
Forever
I stopped running
Now I sit in silence
Now I understand
I am present
I am alone
I feel pain
I feel sorrow
I will grow
I am still


I really liked this poem. I really resonated with this poem, at least based on my interpretation of what you wrote. I think sometimes it’s necessary to stay still, clear your mind, and stop running. The excess of activities is clearly a way to abstract from reality. Sometimes, I believe it’s essential to feel each of the emotions you mention; that makes us human. We can't be happy 100% of the time.
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