Recovery (Miles To Go) Poem by Tamara Turner

I'm longing for something real.
Someone I can touch something I can feel.
I'm counting down the hours staring up at the clock.
I can feel my anxiety build like my heart might stop.
There's not an sound and there's no one around.
So I start running the minute my feet hits the ground.
I pick up the speed as if I can outrun my inner issues.
I'm miles away from discovery how I will bounce back while in recovery.