One Flight Down

Today,
Is a great day
To run.

The pavement underneath my
Feet,
Is dry
And flat,
And not too bright-
To where my eyes throb.

And I can hear my
Rubber shoes
Clop-clop-
Clopping
Underneath me,

And I feel my back
Start to get damp,
With adrenaline,

And I breath heavy;
Sighing hard,
Into the morning air.

And my anger,
And hurt
And anxiety
Hang there.

And I leave it behind me
In the smog.

And as home peeks it's head
As I come up on the other side of the hill...

There is
Clarity.