As the cool air rapidly fills the lungs and then warm air is rapidly exhaled in quick succession. The time and the hydro poles slowly pass by. Muscles cramping. An occasional car passing. The goal no where near in sight. One more. All thoughts leaving as concentration changes to effectively moving one foot in front of another. Cramps arise bringing consciousness back and a hardened determination with it to keep going. Heart racing, the world spinning, cramps abounding, lights, grass, gravel, push!
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One Last Star
PoetryThe future only comes with the overcoming the past. I write these with a emotional, spiritual and personal meaning. I leave the interpretation and speculation to the reader.
