Bleeding colors

I run fast like a gazelle

Feeling unbridled

Under the blue sky

The sun tinges my light brown hair

In shades of gold reflections

Under its rays I sense

My golden self unbridled.

I thought, “I much rather die if I can’t

ever run free like this.°

But then I was only ten years old

Life happens fast

Babies come, babies

grow up and leave.

I no longer run like that

But to remain happy.

I must do another kind of running

My family and I ski under blue skies

It’s another form of running, I think.

I daydream on the pristine snow

Of sheltering my parents,

They are growing old and

So do I. At fifty I must protect them.

They Don’ want to move.

I keep forging ahead in life.

In the slopes the majestic snow

keeps falling carrying promises

Of great new beginnings

The snow lies!

It is a new future, but

It is cold, icy

Like the news of my father

Dying.

I must run a harder race.

Support my mother

Low on money

If only I could run as before

Mobility or lack there off

Hinders me.

I can hardly walk

My skies have turned grey

A sea of silver grey.

The snow falls harder

Avalanches take lives.

My mother dies at home.

Awake my world is black

Asleep i travel to the

anteroom of heaven

To chat with my parents.

Awake, my world is still

Black but for a tiny window

In my soul

My bright refuge

Peace and joy still

Reside there