Foot Steps

I can't forget the first time I was running,
In the oval I was crying.
I admit it was a run for me fleeing,
Because of the reality that to me has been shrouding.

Now it has been a month and a half,
Sad feelings gone but I still can't laugh.
For every step I run I catch my breath,
The once called escape has become a habit.

Before I was running without direction,
Where stopping was not my intention.
Now I have a goal,
To surpass the distance I was able to run before.

The scale of how much we get hurt
is not by what kind of pain we have,
It is by holding it for too long in our heart.
Imagine a 250 ml glass of water,
You can sure carry it with one hand for minutes,
But not hours, days, nor months definitely years.

Every run I try my best,
Before I could barely reach a kilometer without stopping.
Now my goal is different,
I now hate single digits.

I made this poem to congratulate myself,
Reaching more than a hundred kilometers.
I'm not sure if my achievement is just normal,
But for a newbie like me that surely is a supernatural.