Sheer bliss found in the scenes of nature
Trees tower over head as if to wrap their branches
And arms around me
to push me forward
Feet rhythmically hit the road
With patterned breaths just so
Counting breaths
Knowing steps
Yet amongst this calculation comes peace
A rhythm so calming
It is as if a new born baby is being soothed
On their mother’s chest
Feeling
The pounding
The blood flowing with each given breath
Each taken step
Every muscle pulsed
THIS
Is running
Not for speed
Not for a medal
But for the sheer bliss of escape
although the world traveled to
Is known
Beloved
And cherished…
For as the sounds of my feet hit the ground
I find my heart beating in sync.
Because my heart knows I am not running away
But TO
A dream I’ve always envisioned.
Finishing…
Crossing that line
Breaking that barrier
No one can stop me now.
Battered legs, shattered knees
But wings that allow me
To flea
I will arrive at a destination only I can encompass
And I will always know the direction I must turn
Because this is my race
The reason, and
The season
In which I run.
Movin' it with Michelle 