Running...running as fast as I can.
The rush of adrenaline.
The wind in my face.
My sneakers hitting the pavement.
Listening to music.
Going faster and faster.
I do not feel the pain.
I feel the depression going away.
My sneakers are worn out.
Put they are still holding on.
Like me.
My heart is pumping.
My face is sweating.
But I am not giving up.
I will keep running
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem