I grabbed my trainers and… I went running. I just ran. Not from you and not from me. And not from anything. I didn’t look back. I cleared my head. I felt the mud. The dirt. The dust. My sweat. I was running. Not for a race and not for any goal. Not to go fast or slow. I heard my breath. I heard wet leaves. The trail. The pebbles. The pavement My footsteps. I was running. Not for my health and not to feel good. Not to hear my heart beat as it should. I felt the fog. The drizzle. The rain. The wind. My pain. Still, I was running. Not to wake up and not to wear out. And not to burn out. I felt my knees. My hips. My strength. I felt alive. I felt my soul. My own control. I kept running. Not to be brave and not for my pride. Not for bragging rights. I felt my smile. And my salty lips. And, I wondered, What happens next? I felt each step. My weight was lifted.
- Post published:November 24, 2019
- Post category:the cure for everything bleu