I don’t run fast
But I run real
This isn’t about speed
It’s about staying
Every morning, same route
Same silence
But it feels different
Because I feel different
The world says
“Be louder, be stronger”
But I say
“Be present, be moving”
In my motion, I remember
I’m not here to impress
I’m here to feel
What my body knows before I think
Sidewalk cracks — I count them
Cold air — I breathe it
My name — I repeat it
Like a rhythm, like a promise
I run when I’m lost
I run when I’m full
I run when I don’t know what else to do
And somehow, it always makes sense
There’s no finish line
Not today
Only this pace
Only this breath
In my motion, I heal
In my motion, I exist
In my motion
I begin again