Continuance

I finally realized that love never hides..
Love is held within.. like a diya..
The kind that is lit aflame..
The kind that is kept alive through daily concerns and living
Through setting a goal and renewing promises
Through promising the self to never give up on onself

I did limp the rest of the way..
He did come and helped me up
No, he carried me when I couldn't walk
He spoke when I couldn't..
He smiled when I wouldn't..

Having grown healthy after the run
I now look to him and say..
'Dear are you ready for the next?'

He is already running you see..
His run never stops..
Then I think to myself..
What kind of a daredevil am I..
that just having run one..
I glibly court another..
more arduous and potentially more tricky than the one just done?

Perhaps I realize that the self is found through strife
It is found through doubt
To recognize that the only way to stay is to keep moving
To stop moving is to recede into the self..
To realize how and who we could be..
We need to move.. keep moving.