Working hard
Then once I've reached the peak
I start to fall
I guess I pushed my legs too far
Two months go by
The pain sets in
Though I push on
Why did I continue to try
The coaches set me out
I knew it was right
Though now I felt so alone
No more running from here on out
Nothing was working
Stretches nor core
I'm still alone
Missing my friends and running
Here I am
Limping around
Feeling their stares
Using crutches so I can stand
I show them that I'm fine
I can walk, but not run
Then they complain about running
It angers my heart, why do they wine
I'm crutching around
They hurt me without knowing
Their words are depressing
Their complaints are obnoxious sounds
Soon I'll be on that track
I'll run like them
All it takes is more hard work
I'll be ready when I'm back
I can't push it over the top
I can't go back down again
And become a crippled runner
I won't stop
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Crippled Runner
PoetryThe strengthened ones will endure. While the weak will fall. You rest a while to catch your breath. Sometimes it's hard. While other times are a breeze. You either enjoy the run and take it in through your eyes, ears, and mind or you dread it; dragg...
