I miss the feeling of my body soaring along,
With the push of my feet,
I once could outrun,
Even slow cars,
Now my stomach is tight,
Now there’s a slight fog,
To my thoughts,
Not unclouded by the exercise.
My waistline slides forward,
And that’s another stress,
I want to just,
Go and run,
Go forth and make my muscles work,
And I will—
I just need to do it when no one is home,
When I am alone,
And not late at night,
When everyone needs to sleep tight,
And it’s not safe to sprint along,
In the nighttime wind.
Special thanks to: Melissa Potter
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