Addict: Everyone’s addicted to something in some shape or form. What are things you can’t go without?
This time was hers,
it belonged to no one else.
The rhythm her meditation,
breath flowing to match footsteps.
Thoughts come and go,
or simply acknowledged.
Tears kept at bay escape,
laughter released without reason.
No mirrors, no judgement,
nothing to prove.
This time to run was hers.
Author Note: The prompt didn’t even ask for a poem this time!
Prompt taken from Think Written: 365 Creative Writing Prompts
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