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The Runner

May 26, 2022

Inhale

my feet pound

upon the earth

I once thought

could support me.

But it’s not enough.

 

Exhale

I reach down, deep

into my burning self,

for fiery gulps of air

seething up from dark

strong places, rising.

Even that’s not enough.

 

Inhale

my hands grasp tight

to the end just ahead,

a cheering distance full

of unknown faces—

 

truth is, this suffering

reverence for the road

is enough to keep me running.

3 Comments

  1. Sandrina de Klerk

    This is such a great poem! I love the ending

    Reply
  2. Mark J Bohrer

    As a runner and a poet, I love the intensity and how this is poem is crafted. Just great.

    Reply

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