Monica Cerezo
Home
Home all day in this house;
four blank walls closing in. Peeking out
the window shade, the sun
is bright and beckoning.
The kids wake, hungry now-
wanting a cooked breakfast
of eggs, pancakes, toast, and juice.
They interrupt my
few moments of quiet
time to reflect and plan
the day ahead. I need
more time and energy.
“Enjoy these years,” they say.
I try hard to give them
all of me in each moment.
Even though my house is
full and bustling, I
still feel trapped and lonely.
I need to escape these
square walls that block me in
every day, all day.
Just a few hours of
refreshing me time
is all I think I need.
Running is my outlet.
I can run for miles and
miles out in the sunshine.
I cannot hear the kids
asking for this or that.
I can only hear the
beat of music in my
ears as each foot lands on
the pavement. As I run
my thoughts are cleared and I
get a new sense of who
I am. I can sing and
pray and release all my
frustrations while I run.
It is a free feeling
to run without any
restrictions in my path.
I feel like a bird who
flies high in the sunshine.
The bird is free yet
takes care of her young.
She nurtures them and loves
them but flies about free.
Out in the sunshine is
where I crave, but nothing
can keep me from the four
walls of my home sweet home.