Running Poem

My shoes are on

My watch is set

I'm out the door

What a rush I get.

The air is cool

And the wind, it bites

But my heart is pumping

And my soul takes flight.

My thoughts will roam

My mind set free.

It's just my lungs, my legs

And me.

I push it hard

Come towards the end.

My muscles burn

But my will won't bend.

I finish strong

I finish fast.

Oh how I wish

This feeling would last.

Amanda Earles 2015