Friday, February 26, 2010


I settle in the sound
Of feet pounding on the pavement
In sync with the blood
That pounds through my head
I feel the tingling rise
Through my toes and every joint
Within this casing of my body
Until it feels like there is a fire
raging inside
I almost convince myself
If I push harder, push faster
That I will truly take flight
Like a bird that swoops overhead
In a cloudy winter sky
My chest heaves in and out
Tears sting my eyes
Then spill unto my crimson cheeks
A meeting of such opposite degrees
It causes a slight fog around me
As my body turns to jelly
I want to lay down and quit
But I know that I must keep running
If I want to find myself again.

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