I miss jogging.

Pound, pound, pound.
Knees bending, locking forward.
The world blurs in slow motion
even as I accelerate in steady motions.
It deafens, false silence.
Except for the
pound, pound, pound
of my heart beat,
of my footsteps.
My worries become
beads of prespiration.
My breath, fast with desperation.
It's calm - almost euphoric.
Temporary relief, mind & body in sync.
Nothing, but
Pound, pound, pound.

-Hadthiah Hazair-