To Run Is To Be Free

Laces tied and heart unsteady

With the adrenaline of an excited soul.

Pointed toes and muscles flexed;

Running is my remedy.

 

Each stride lifts hefty burdens

Until my aching shoulders rise and

Pump matching time to floating feet;

Running is my remedy.

 

A smile breaks as sweat drips

Through the furrow of my brow.

This is the place I long to be,

For to run is to be free.

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