Run It Off

Run It Off

Some folks jog to take off weight,

Burning calories they ate.

That’s what caught me, years ago;

Now I stride my woes to throw.

I run in circles, run for luck,

Run a fever, run amok,

Run for cover, run across,

Never just to run for loss.

Cadence calls me to persist,

Sorrow’s symbols to resist.

Counting combos, on I trudge,

Stepping past the daily drudge.

Every mile, worry fades.

My new normal beats blockades.

Mid-run, I begin to swing.

Ever gasping, still I sing.

Seldom do I seek to stop:

Mostly, I am chop-chop-chop.

Could it be I’m overbooked,

Or endorphins have me hooked?

c2017 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Image:

Adapted by this user from vintage artwork.

This poem was posted in response to these prompts:

April A to Z Blog Challenge

National Poetry Writing Month / NaPoWriMo

Five-Minute Friday: “sing”

Meme Express: “new normal”

Simply Snickers: “cadence,” “combo,” and “cymbal” or “symbol”

#atozchallenge

#napowrimo

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