Why I Run
I’m up and out the door at o’dark thirty
before the rest of the world opens their sleepy eyes,
my Altra clad feet running to a beat only I can hear.
Through heat, cold, wind, rain, and sometimes weirdos,
singing hymns and my favorite songs in my head
and praying for those I love;
day dreaming of future days and memories I hold dear.
I don’t run for money or fame.
There are no paparazzi following me,
no reality show to track my every step,
no paycheck after a week of running.
I run to let my mind breathe.
I run to talk with God.
I run because I cannot fly.
---Corrina L. Terry
December 29, 2016