The poem below is one of mine I’m posting for National Poetry Month.
It will tie into tomorrow’s blog post.
Three miles-less will mean defeat
The gravel’s crunch beneath my feet
Each step propels me down the track
Yet I’m aware of all I lack
My body falters-lungs constrict
It fights against all I inflict
I answer all my pain with rage
My heart thuds-panicked-in its cage
I will not fail. I won’t give in.
I won’t be beaten. I will win.
I stop. I breathe. Confront the myth-
Of Who am I competing with?
Begin Again. Take it slow
Let lungs expand inside my chest
It matters not how fast I go
My racing heart returns to rest
My muscles slide beneath my skin
Feel sun and breeze upon my face
There is no race that I must win
I do not fight to keep this pace
A bird takes wing, soars overhead
So much is waiting to be seen
To my right, a flash of red
A single apple midst leaves of green
Now that I do not resist
I see all I would have missed.