Not Today

The Morning 

is humid 

and the fog is 

lifting 

like a light 

cotton blanket

over the 

street. 

My feet are 

in a rhythm 

as my heart 

beats faster. 

Its ok to cry 

this morning. 

No one 

will see. 

The mist 

of fog 

will be my 

shield. 

The light 

wind at my neck

as I run, 

is calming 

me down. 

The feelings 

and emotions 

lift. 

They get pushed 

down so far 

sometimes, 

I don't allow 

them to come 

up. 

But this morning 

they do. 

They shoot out 

so strong 

so ugly 

I almost have

to stop my 

pace.

But I don't.

 I push through 

and allow myself 

this moment,

this sadness. 

this weakness. 

Its like a letter

I have to 

read but 

quickly have 

to put it back 

in the envelope 

and seal it. 

Not wanting 

anyone to see it.

But one day 

I will have the 

strength to 

leave that envelope 

out. 

Unopened. 

But not 

today.