I ran until my throat closed up,
cold air came and went,
wrenching and weezing
tears from my eyes desent...

My legs trembling from my strides,
remembering why I stopped,
I breathed my break into the morning,
to stop my eyes from seeing dots...

Its hard enough eating well,
which I'm not very good at either.
Self care is tougher than most things,
but nature is a pretty good teacher...

She reminds me to stay grounded,
on earth I'm forever bound.
No matter where I go,
I'm stepping on Holy ground...

My body is my sanctuary,
unlike me to believe.
I must keep going, ...