Pain is deep
Emotions run amok
Sobs surface guttural and raw
Tears trace rivers of sadness down your cheeks.
Runnin’ from life’s betrayals beckons as survival.
Driving on the highway and the song “Daddy’s Hands” starts playing on the radio
Bringing on the waves of pain, sadness, and grief.
Grief that you keep hoping would stop feeling so raw at moments when least expected.
Sadness and feelings of debilitating loss hit me in the pit of my stomach
And suddenly I want to push the speedometer to the max
Then maybe, just maybe, I could outrun missing my dad.
Sitting across from the therapist
Finding the voice of who I was meant to be.
Speaking out of who I’ve been all along
That person who’s been kept under lock and key
The hurts rising out of the depths of my heart and shown the light of truth.
The lies tell me if only I would run back to my addiction
Then maybe, just maybe, I could numb the pain; the emotions wouldn’t hurt.
But runnin’ away from the pain ain’t the answer.
It’s never been and never will be.
Running’s only an answer when I run the right direction.
Run toward the open arms of Jesus.
Run toward him even if I’m dubious of his love, his intent.
Run toward him even if he seems too far away; he comes to meet me where I am.
Run toward him; he’s the only hope and strength I’ve got left.