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 continuously 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