He’s running.
Running away from the past,
Running towards the future.
All he can hear is his heartbeat,
His deep, rapid breathes,
And, the sound of his strong feet
Pounding on the pavement.
He’s thinking.
Thinking about everything he’s been through
To this point.
Obsessions.
Thinking about his family,
And how lucky he is to have so many people
Who love him.
Thinking about the fact that he actually is running,
Again.
About how thankful he is
That he was given this second chance
To experience life,
The way he always did.
He begins to run harder and harder,
Running out all the pain and frustration
Of the past few years.
He’s exhausted.
Yet, he keeps running
Because he can.
Sweat dripping off his forehead
And onto his nose.
As it drips onto his lips,
He can taste the salt of his struggle.
He forgot that taste,
And appreciates the fact
That he is able to revisit it.
The taste of fitness,
Of endurance,
Strength.
The taste that always drove him to keep moving,
Never stop.
At that moment,
He stops running.
He closes his eyes.
And, he smiles.
Throwing his hands up in the air
He shouts out loud
For the world to hear.
For God to hear.
What he said, you will never know.
However, it silently changed your life.
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