Drenched from my run droplets race down my skin

Drenched from my run, droplets race down my skin,

a workout of worries, each bead holds a sin.

Muscles ache fiercely, alive in the strain,

each drop that cascades helps release the refrain.

Raw and exposed, I confront what I feel,

a sweat-soaked reflection, unmasked and so real.

I gather my breath, each inhale, a fight,

finding my rhythm through the pulse of the night.