Physical Activity for a Mental Rest

A six minute mile,

feet hardly touching the ground.

Nothing else matters,


My standing backflip

seems to defy gravity.

I spin right around.


Only five more reps.

Beads of sweat drip down my face.

I have no worries.


They often ask me

why I do it. I reply,

nothing's more stress free.


When I'm at the gym

I lose sight of all school work

and focus on me.



perseverance and good health,

a few of the perks.


What a great relief.

The week now ends and again

the cycle begins.




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