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.

 

Determination,

perseverance and good health,

a few of the perks.

 

What a great relief.

The week now ends and again

the cycle begins.

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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