Running
I used to hate running
all I could hear, were feet pounding
all I could feel, were lungs burning
I saw nothing ahead,
not even my next step.
But now
it's different.
Now,
It's Freedom.
Each stride
is a step away from a cage that I trapped myself
in.
The thoughts
that said I wasn't good enough
are miles behind me now.
The people
that said I couldn't do it
are watching, as I fly by
with the spirit of a girl
who is strong and confident and beautiful
and most importantly,
the spirit of a girl,
who never gave up.
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