Running

For the most part 

She was always moving 

In never-ending loops. 

She longed for a resting place, 

But still, she kept moving. 

Never did she notice 

She had it all along  

In the smile that reached her eyes, 

The warmness of her voice, 

The stillness of her gaze.

 

when she finally stops

I hope she knows 

She was always the resting place.

    @Sue.Ketter