Who ran from the sleet
Who rushed from the sunlight
Who denied when they wanted to hide
Who raced when they wanted not to stay.

Running once native
For whom running is a memory
For whom running is a fantasy
That walk slowly ain’t an inability

Let’s walk the way that pays!
And yay,
Thy miseries may run away.

A message to myself before the new year to come.

I was like the Hospital Christmas tree two years ago in the hospital for 2 big surgeries. It has been two years since my broken knee, and I can walk again. I realized that we didn’t need to be rushed for anything, and more luckily, I couldn’t run anymore.

• Initial: November 22, 2019