I just wrote this poem. Its more just a rough train of thought put in 'poem-fashion.' I was reflecting some on childhood and my general interest in flight and dance and this came out.
I believe I began to run for more
than just to be skinny
I began to run because it was the
closest I could get to flying, to freedom
I began to run porque mi mama
no quiso que yo bailara
I ran for space from the oppressiveness
of my life
I ran because it was the one thing
I could do
Running was the last drop of independence
and creativity in movement
I had left
Running was as much my savior
as it was my illness
but perhaps not
Perhaps it was a light
a quick fix to get me
through to the next thing
Like a temporary bandage
until the stitches
But the removal of the bandage,
hurt.
