Chasing dreams

After posting on my Instagram page (@chris.auger.370.poetry) about having writer's block, this came to me in the gym this morning,  thinking about what each person's motivation  might be.

Chasing dreams

Training for a marathon 
training for a park run
getting out of the house
getting an hour's rest from the kids
shaping a toned beach body
shaping up against low mood
fitting back into those perfect jeans
fighting back against old age
looking for admiring glances
looking to be Insta ready
feeling muscles working hard
feeling anxieties slipping away
we're all strengthening, flexing, pushing,
we're all chasing our own dreams.

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