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Born to run
by Mo CoutsSometimes, my feet slip from underneath me,
As I’m moving faster than I thought I was.
In those moments, I’m really sure
That I was born to run.
On the treadmill, on the sidewalk,
It feels almost effortless,
As if I am just a casual observer
Watching this (dare I say…)
Graceful, athletic, FIT
Girl running by her.
When I step outside of myself,
Think of where I was, and where I am,
I sometimes really truly believe that I was born to run.
Sometimes, my thoughts spill out of my mouth,
When I didn’t even realize that I was speaking,
Sometimes, my mouth says the feelings of the heart
When I wasn’t yet ready to share.
In those moments, I want to run.
I always face my challenges head on,
Looking them square in the eye to let them know that,
Even if I’m scared,
I know it takes more muscle power to stop moving,
Than to continue moving,
And that I always want the best work out I can get…
Thus, this time…I won’t run.
07/04/2011 Posted on 07/04/2011
Copyright © 2025 Mo Couts
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 07/04/11 at 11:10 PM I could SEE it- excwllent write/ I feel like running too. I just have nowhere to go. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/04/11 at 11:49 PM It certainly is ironic, to KNOW that you were born to run, and yet spent all those years in a condition that left you completely unable to do that. And now, to have the ability to run, and the body to do it....WOW. Amazing. |
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