Running, picking up speed as I go.
I catch myself changing.
I’m listening, seeing, feeling.
The hills get steeper, I push harder.
Making my way through vertical adversity.
Leaning into the cement,
defiant eyes, heels on fire.
Chasing the city, chasing the moonlight,
chasing my internal world,
my spirit on a tight wire.
Running through the thick of my in-capabilities
Running through the periwinkle blue.
Running to prove myself,
Running beyond what I think I can do.
Running to find the metaphor.
Flying beyond the vast landscape
Running to find the answer
Moving to find my truth.