She runs

She runs…

An escape to who she is.

A zone that gives

Her time to be

The beauty she is, set free.

Solitary in the moment,

Measured in miles and minutes spent,

Her pace is hers to set.

Stress she forgets.

A life spent selfless

Receives wealth blessed

In what others would perceive as pain.

For her, body and mind gains.

This freedom in her soul,

A catalyst so powerful

It pulled me like a magnet…

Before she ever laced up her Asics.