A trail

I went for a run today and it changed me.

Running is the salve that repairs me.

To breathe is to run,

quiet contemplation, silent footfalls.

When injuries happen it is as if one cannot draw breath,

the waves crashing, preventing life.

To run is to shake off the chaff, peeling away the hard dirty layers,

fear, anxiety, weakness, disgust.........

Scarred and worn they come away hard,

for we hold on to these layers, afraid to reveal

the raw stinging layers underneath.

Painful to touch, stinging to the eyes.

But we must peel them back, we must look upon them,

to not is to fail.

Some scars go deeper than that first layer,

harder still to behold, seeping, corrupted, old.......

But smaller, perhaps less angry.

They grow smaller the deeper you go.

I went for a run today and it changed me.