A running mind can still be stagnant.

My body doesn’t move, even though it itches.

I find myself exhausted often,

and yet content with where I am.

Moments pass when envy tries to linger,

but my heart reminds me

that comparison kills all in its presence.

So I move my mind.

Looking back, I see miles of road

I didn’t notice while I was walking.

I thank my feet for the journey so far,

because it wasn’t easy.

I remember there is more to come—

old wants will be met someday.

They wait over hills I have yet to walk.

Every time I smile at the small things,

my heart heals a little.

My mind takes longer to catch up.

Constant criticism from my biggest critic—

I treat her gently at times,

because she is the one who needs love the most.

I’m surprised by new boundaries

and forgiveness I thought I’d never find.

I try to run toward forgiving myself.

That is one way my mind

learns to cross hills

instead of walking.

learning that not all movement

has to leave the ground

-E