16,000 steps every day,
1700 calories burned each way,
Keep walking around and around,
keep pounding your feet in this ring.
You ate too many today,
that's another hour walking,
stretching far into the night.
You watch as the sun sets under the horizon,
swallowing it whole,
yet your perpetual repeat doesn't end here.
Your tripping up,
Legs are cramping,
Stomach aching with the effort of being empty.
You can't move any further.
It's midnight and you want to sleep,
yet the voice in your brain whispers to you,
tells you to keep walking,
just another hour,
then you can sleep.
You have to walk lightly,
as to not wake your family,
You lie and told them its fine,
As you walk your brain can't stop thinking,
contemplating everything in existence,
amplified by the night,
scared and worried with fright.
You think of the morning,
how you will explain to your friends,
why there are bag underneath your eyes,
why your feet are swollen and red.
I stayed up late doing homework,
I stepped on something sharp,
don't worry about me I'm fine,
everything is alright.
You can't continue anymore,
you fall onto the ground,
into a heap on the floor.
You cradle yourself into a ball,
feeling the tears roll down your cheeks,
Ready to give up,
to sleep here till the morning.
Yet the voice comes creeping in,
"Is that all you got?
Get up you fat lump,
"No, I'm exhausted.
Please, not tonight,
I can't do it."
I hold my hand over my mouth,
wipe my face with my sleeve.
"You're not done,
you got another 1,000 steps to go,
come on, get up."
Slowly I raise myself off the floor,
I sit there and took a deep breath,
I cleared my body of any emotion,
of any sadness,
of any tiredness,
of any happiness,
of any joy.
I kept walking around and around,
kept up with the pace,
until finally I was done,
done for the day,
ready to wake up tomorrow and do it all over again.
Note to past self: You don't have to force yourself to keep walking each and every day. You can rest, you can sleep, you can eat.