It hurts…I run, not away, but away towards coming back

I sweat the hurt away replacing one hurt with another physical one that I know means I’m getting stronger.

Maybe the other hurt is making me stronger too.

My hurt turns sad, my sadness turns to tears…another release that washes the hurt sweat away.

My sadness turns to fear…fear of loosing…everything

I must think, overcome, let go…run…release…breathe

The rhythm takes over clearing all else away…a moving meditation

Contemplations clear as the sweat and tears wash the toxins away;

the ache of the muscles replaces the ache of my heart

I hope I’m stronger

Thoughts release, focus on my soul, find what’s most important

I run, not away, but away towards coming back

I will always run towards home.