• Emily Ott

“Vulnerable” is not a dirty word.

Updated: Nov 19, 2018

Running can be numbing.

With stinging wind, pink nose, white finger tips.

Legs swing like a speedy pendulum.

Faster, Faster, More!

The beat of the drum in my ears; heart rhythm.

It’s in time now.

Stop…In…Out…Breathe.

Chords ascend, and my chest feels wider.

Wing-span.

I run to release.

Breath like a child trotting behind his mother,

Just trying to catch up.

Sweat or Tears. I can’t distinguish.

Salty.

Wrung out like wet laundry.

Dripping pain droplets onto the pavement.

Stop…In…Out…Breathe.

“Vulnerable” is not a dirty word.


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