I was born running
heart and mind ceaselessly churning
never-ending, never-ending
Told to keep running, encouraged, demanded

I got older, the path got longer
The coaches scrutinizing from the sidelines
Yelling, constant, demeaning
It's not enough it's not enough

I despise it
I can never catch my breath
I cross the finish line and another appears

I've learned to stop and walk,
put up boundaries, healing healing healing

My legs planted now, but my heart and mind ceaselessly churning
Life isn't a race, I keep reminding myself
But I was born running