March 10, 2020
Start down on the track.
Toe brushing gravel to make space for you.
Shift forward ever so slightly, on one leg.
Whistle blows with a loud shriek.
Propel yourself forward.
Find a rhythm and stick to it.
Feel the burn in your calves,
your quads,
Feel the breathlessness in your lungs.
Feel your heart pumping out of your chest,
sweat dripping down your back.
Lengthen your strides.
Feel the impact of your foot on concrete.
Run for everyone who cannot run.
Run until you collapse.
Run from the world's danger and judgement.
Run to your loved ones.
Run until your feet lift up off the ground.
And then,
fly.
YOU ARE READING
the moonlit side of reality (a poetry collection)
PoetrySometimes, when stories aren't enough, I turn to poems. Sometimes, when I set a pen to paper, magic flows out. Sometimes, when I write poetry, something beautiful happens.
