mental health

Flames will Rise from the Abscessed Torso: Run, Run, Run

A tightly bound and weary heaving chest

Run, run, run

Deeply seated fear will be a permanently housed guest

 

To seek the mythological bay of rainbows

Run, run, run

Flames will rise from the abscessed torso

 

Tackling a long-dreamed of expedition

Run, run, run

The fingertips will soothe the apparitions

 

The future hanging in the balance

Run, run, run

The knees will not buckle under the rough parlance

 

Failed stars may harbor planets

Run, run, run

The tongue will lap up the exuberantly salted granite

 

There is no untouchable, unapproachable challenge

Run, run, run

Baggage shall not weigh down stamina and talent

 

Run far

 

Run fast

 

Run for the ages

 

Run to free your mind

 

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