With each stride, more words came.

I am daughter, sister, partner, mother.

I have worn many names and carried many labels.

Known such love, made connections, and experienced much loss.

I cook, clean, write, sing, dance, read, create, entertain, cry, shout, swear and run.

I am alternative, eco-friendly, geek, vegetarian. Niche, mainstream, square and weird.

I plan, procrastinate, play and potter.

If I had a lifetime I could not share all of you with me. There are things for which I have no words.

Do you know me? Would you recognise me in the street? Or if my words appeared elsewhere with yet another label?

I do not lie. But sometimes I don’t speak at all.

I don’t have to.

And yet, what you see is what you get.

As much of me as you want to know.

This is me. Who are you?

Comments

5 responses to “With each stride, more words came.”

  1. oooo! i like this! did you write this while you were running? just wondered, re the title, which I love

    1. Pretty much. Although I always feel that if I could pipe the words straight out of my brain *while* running that it would be better. By the time I’ve sat down and written down what I can remember, I’m sure some bits get lost 🙁

  2. You need a voice recorder on your phone then 😀

  3. It is lovely.
    Well done you for writing something so beautiful.

  4. A very refreshing blog post. Thank you.

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