Sometimes we run.

Just run. And run. 


Sometimes not fast enough

to escape our problems.


But sometimes we run 

so fast

we forget to 

slow down 

and enjoy our gift.

The gift of breath. 

The gift of freedom. 

The gift of family. 

The gift of love. 


You don't always have to go full speed. 

I promise.




You are running fast enough.


~ Shane Christopher 

This poem is about: 
Our world


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