i think best in motion
my body holds all my secrets:
knots plaguing neck from an eternal war with sleep,
a slump weighing my shoulders as my passion fades,
creaking hips since his yes outranked my no.
so, i think best in motion,
sweating my anxiety out
and moving until i can smile again.
the gods laugh
at my foolishness,
which i think unfair.
how could i hear
my soul begging
for me to slow down
over the sound
of my running?