Run

Unshackled and unburdened. The weight of past failures, weakness and folly now dissected, shredded and ceremonially burned.

A few faltering steps at first. Stumbling, but held upright by a combination of anger and primal urges. Then, head held aloft and gazing into the future which is spread out like a king-sized quilt. Soon striding, confidence flowing and igniting, propelling piston limbs forward, always forward.

Then, one day, he ran.