Phone call.
Early morning.
When will he see?
Until then, worry.
Brewing and bellowing.
Winds whipping.
Pushing against me.
Storms raging.
Go.
Find your pace.
That magical place.
Feet floating
No effort.
Arms sway.
The girl that couldn’t run.
Running.
Final test.
Answers.
Uncertainty revealed.
Until then, worry.
Building for over a year.
Getting higher and wider.
Big, strong, ever looming.
A wall.
Run.
Find a way around the wall.
Feel free.
Head jostling.
Legs strong.
Lungs panting easily.
Miles behind me.
Still no gap.
Feel it.
Nothing and everything.
All at once.
Take it in.
Don’t let go.
Move right through it.
Testament of strength.
Pride.
Glorious movement.
So naturally ours.
Naturally mine.
Inviting the heat.
Warm and welcome.
Bursting through.
Beading on the skin.
Proof.
I am alive.
I am here.
I will feel.
I will falter.
I won’t give up.
I won’t pass.
I go.
I run.
I’ve always admired how you can take something as simple as a bud in the sunset and make it so beautiful. I know there are uncertainties and I’m glad you have running and the peace of mind and body it gives you. Beautiful words.
Beautiful.
wow. what a well written poem, one of your best that I’ve read. I’m so glad that you have found running AND writing as an outlet.
I pray that the uncertainity passes and you can proudly shout from the rooftops that you tore down that wall!
You write too??!! And, beautifully, I might add. So glad that running gives you a sense of freedom and pride. I find excercizing the body does wonders for the mind as well. Amazing thing.
(p.s….I left a rather lengthy comment on your About page since I didn’t know how else to contact you…)
That photo is beautiful and your words are amazing.
no words Amy, just love!
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful words for the sport (therapy) that we love so much.