Running in Remorse

Taking deep breaths, allowing my lungs to expand, my body performing action merely by thought this morning, feeling the fabrication of an earthquake, expecting the ground soon to open up, in a moment of silence and swallow me whole. Some force today, is more than mildly pressing down on me, testing my strength, as I push back hard against it. 
The odds of human fragility, are felt like perfume on my skin, as I eclipse down the street, loosing much thought to promises we keep, and then, to the ones which always seem to break us. Smelling the fermentation of sweat on my own skin, running in a river of remorse, my own fertile tide.

**Find your own voice, and then use it, amid the harshness of absolute candor!