Return to Motion

I lace up my shoes, this half-hearted task—

but the light spills warmth,

so I step outside, tentative,

rediscovering limbs long forgotten.

The ground greets me with each stride,

every push against pavement stirs echoes,

I laugh, a sound lost in the wind,

as the morning sun breaks through trees,

shadows dance in playful imitation.

It feels like home, this rhythm renewed,

and as I run, my heart beats loud—

it says I belong, reminding me—

that I am not just a memory of what used to be,

but alive, breathing in fresh air,

each footfall a declaration of freedom.