Running

In the morning chill I huff and puff,
My cheeks and lungs burning.
Despite inner pain, I can't get enough,
I wake up each dawn yearning.

To hear my sneakers pound the pavement,
And feel the balmly air rush past my face,
Running has become an enslavement,
That I've have welcomingly embraced.

The fire spreading throughout my frame,
The tingling in my thighs and toes,
And the wheezing without shame,
Helps me think through life's woes.

Breezing past suburban homes set behind trees,
Helps clear my mind of vexing things,
And of all of the people I simply cannot appease,
No matter what my offerings.

On the trail I release my anger to the wind,
And let it zip past my bobbing pony-tail.
Negative emotions no longer have me pinned,
Yet they try to catch up with me, to no avail.

I feel at one with my entire existence,
In this moment I am utterly stunning.
Standing on my own without assistance,
As I begin each day by running.