The Day Between

Barbara Powell: Poet

(Sometimes) My Mind Doesn’t Know What’s Best for Me

I freakin’ swear

I didn’t care

to run at all today.

But I laced up

and left my pup

to do it anyway.

I freakin’ swear

I didn’t care

to get off the couch and go.

But down the street

went my feet

my mind grumbling in tow.

I freakin swear

I didn’t care

to see people passing by.

But when I felt

my bullshit melt

I knew the reasons why.

I freakin swear

I didn’t care

to move at all today.

But when I was done

with my damn run

I felt much better than ‘okay’.

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