Jog

My sneakers hit the
hot wet tar,
all along the sidewalk
my heels are making music
as I fly down the corner

The sweat is rolling down
my face
My mouth takes in the air
that smells like rain

I can feel the sun rising
on my back
the dewy morning
is
HUMID
&
HOT

I'm in my own place
No yelling
No stress
No fear
just me.....

I run
I pray
my body is telling its own story
as it moves through the suburbs

I dont feel as alone
as i would w. a room
full of people

I feel like freedom
is rushing over my body
and carrying adreniline
up and down my spine

As i pick up speed
while going downhill
I pray for wings
to lift me off
and soar me up
to a cloud of my own

So i can look down
and watch...
as i
JOG