Why are you running, Lillie?

Anxiety is grey, the color of a terrible weight.

        But before the starting gun I have orange energy.

Sadness is the sight of dark clouds, hovering when I am alone.

        But when I run, the sky clears and the wind is in my hair.

Stress is the sound of biting my nails.

      But when I run my feet are fast, and I forget I was mad.

Fear smells like smoke filling my lungs.

      But when I run I am strong inthe cool fresh air.

Worry tastes of pennies, salty and hard.

      But when I run I am satisfied; I only crave quickness.

Tension feels like prickly grass, itchy and irritating.

      But when I run, I feel smooth and my friends run beside me.

I am running away from doubt.

    And I see confidence at the finish line.