Trudging
towards
a goal, just
out of reach, but
always somehow
seeming
within
my grasp,
someday,
if I can
just chase it
fast enough,
hard enough
to catch flight
but then, I looked
down into my hands
and saw, surprise,
I already had it,
I was chasing
nothing.
So what do
you do
when you
find out
you already had
what you
thought you
always wanted?
Just stop.
Just.
Stop.
Just.
Stop.
Stop running.
Build roots.
Breathe.
And grow
into who
I thought
I always
wanted to be.