running

I’ve spent years lifting
these knees high.
sprints between occasions,
obstacles the fumbling barriers
on this run.

but what motivation?
why the shuddering shoulders?
I know my internal measurement
says I can relay
better than the nay-sayers.

line the fences, then,
with the superfans and
cheerleaders we gather
along the way.
their cheers and enthusiasm
have a root emotion.

their tears are soaked with
salty love and desire
for my success.

confused? hell yes.
there is no other way to be
when on the track and
constantly looking over
those shuddering shoulders
for some distant disapproval,
as if that should stop me.

it’s as if this lingering
insecurity was weights
on these ankles.
I can’t be shackled anymore.

thankfully,
those exuberant angels.
the ones running with me,
are the key’s keepers.

they love me.