finding motivation

my motivation had gone
i could no longer run
i sat there staring at
the wall playing back the
memories in my mind of
when i ran all day over
the moors chasing the
ghosts of the Brontes,
hoping to catch them and
tell their new stories to a
new and different world
i reached down and tied
my laces, stood up and
went outside. it was time
to run again and revisit
old places and old friends

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