I am Running

Right now my lungs and I

are barely coinciding.

The air,

just out of reach of my lungs

teasing them.

I refuse to let them

give into the foolish temptation and 

allowing them to make

breathing accessible for me 

right now and leaving the illusion we're already won.

I am running

into a new year,

new me,

new realizations.

My body and I are at odd.

My body

it wants to rest, but 

I refuse to lose

any momentum,

I see a mountain just in my line of vision.

My inner thighs

could start a fire

with all the having;

all the the friction caught

just between my legs.

I want to harvest that friction;

have it travel down my legs,

into the soul of my feet.

I see a mountain approaching

I have come too far not to scale

that mountain like a staircase.

So far right now

there will be no such thing as rest.

I am running.

I am running at top speed and 

even if you tried you could not catch me.

No net could hold me.

No freak of nature or from your neck of the wood

can stop me.

The only way

to get out of this

Labyrinth is fast and straight.

So get...Get out of my way.

I've told you,

I am running.

I am running and 

the old years

old pains, old problems, mistakes, happenstance, old ex's,

old traits, old memories

blow back like a wind.

I am running and this wind 

is going to get me over this mountain,

over these obstacles,

over these expectations and 

norms society convinced itself it was kind to gift.

I am running.

I am running.

I am running and

I will tell my tired body,

my weirry lungs,

my stiff back when

I've finally arrived to 

my destination.