Freedom and Fitness

I traded pints for press ups, 


Mad mess ups for sit ups,


Traded Cocaine and shame, for a better perspective of life’s game,


Drug running to running Miles,


Now running and lifting for no other reason than for this feeling of freedom,


Traded mistakes for nights in with protein shakes,


A hang over and hanging my head, for ownership of my own head space a race to which i finally set the pace.


I had burnt bridges that are still burning, but slowly learning to swim the gap, to become a peaceful diplomat of my past,


The biggest thing missing was respect for myself, now I have this I respect everything else.





◄ Bringing up Luke


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