Morning Run

I wake up

The sun has been in the sky

For hours

I lace up

Get up

Get out

Get going

Get moving

Get gone

Get lost

In my head

My thoughts

I run

To feel something

To remember

That there is pain

That doesn't hurt my heart

My wild, wicked heart

My cage

Cannot stop its running

So instead

My legs

Must pick up the pace

To catch

What has run away

And today

Maybe I'll overtake 

My racing heart.

The Race

The gun goes off
The race begins
Two strides
And I am already winded
Nauseous and weak
Where are the cups of Gatorade?
I need a break
I need to sit
I am just too tired
Before I know it
Three hours have passed
And I am only three miles in
Can I simply
Start again
Back to the beginning
Amidst the chaos
Of a new day
A new journey
This time I prepared
This time I am ready
I trained
And stretched
Carbo-loaded
The whole nine yards
So I could run this race
My marathon of growth
The gun goes off
I get to start again
And this time
I'll make it to the end.