Spring is on us, the season has begun.
Bursting from the gate like a shot, I’m off and
with each step I reach a little bit further, loosening and lengthening my stride one pace at a time.
Urged ever faster, ever forward by the guiding hand who fearlessly gives me my rein.
Whose intense focus and confidence in me is contagious.
It flows like water, downward into my psyche.
by force of will?
Slowly I pull away from the pack.
Running, it’s what I do.
what I was born to do.
what I live for.
I have no anger when I run.
Running, it’s my passion.
there is no fear when I run.
there is no flaw when I run.
I am perfection in motion.
A Monday afternoon response to another Monday Writing Prompt generously provided by The Secret Keeper.