Tears streaming down her face seemed to fuel the pace of her walk. She was fleeing. How can one person tolerate this level of pain? The scenery began to speed by and made her realize that she was now running. Out of the corner of her salt water filled eyes, she saw a little statue of a smiling child. With face turned upwards towards God, she seemed at peace. Stopping and catching her breath, she noticed that the arms of this cherub had been almost lovingly placed on her lap. “How can she be so serene without her arms?”, she pondered. Within, she heard a whisper telling her that her happiness was only to be found by running within. Running away from herself was impossible. The breeze softly rearranged here hair and she swore it felt like a caress.
© Carol Campbell
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