Running to Forget

I always find myself running.
Literally and figuratively.
I run miles on the roads.
The dirt and fresh air fills me with contentment.
I run miles away from things emotionally.
Forgetting is often better than remembering.

The more I run the more I forget
I forget the pain of pavement
I forget the pain of my lungs grasping for air
I forget the pain of negative situations
I forget the pain of people who have hurt me

What I learn the older I get is,
you can't run forever.
Your body breaks down.
Your mind gives up.
You're left to pick up the broken pieces
of what you tried to run away from.
But somethings are meant to be taken
in rather than forgotten.

You reach a point where you have
to run to remember rather than forget.
You run to find yourself.