Chopstick legged you sprint
a marathon journey of 1000 steps
to tick off this and that
before the click of now and then
and though you've wandered far
there's curious comfort in return
to that double helix of heritage and home
calligraphied in your ancestral compass.

Listen closely, Lil.
There is no finish line,
no time to beat,
no mileage goals to set.
You are a lone competitor
in a race against yourself.
Breathe Lil, breathe,
and smell the wildflowers
at the wayside.

Marathon Runner
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marathon
.

I look in the mirror
And, I see a helpless little girl.
Struggling to find her place in the world.
Looking all around her at the smiles and laughs
Wondering when will she be able to do the same.
She just wants to run, and leave behind the hurt
Somewhere where she is accepted
as far away as possible.
Never stopping even to breathe for a second.
Somewhere where her voice is heard.
Is it out there?

#runner  

Chopstick legged you sprint
a marathon journey of 1000 steps
to tick off this and that
before the click of now and then
and though you've wandered far
there's curious comfort in return
to that double helix of heritage and home
calligraphied in your ancestral compass.

Listen closely, Lil.
There is no finish line,
no time to beat,
no mileage goals to set.
You are a lone competitor
in a race against yourself.
Breathe Lil, breathe,
and smell the wildflowers
at the wayside.

Marathon Runner
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marathon
.
Sometimes, dear runner,
Hannah Lorrelle

Kith and kin of Pheidippes
she knows nothing else
lays everything on the line
throws herself into the task
the task of protection.
To stop means of harm, or sorrow
the curse of the coward,
knowing only flight
never knowing love
never finding rest.
She has yet to learn
you cannot outrun the past
for the past is too strong.
Sometimes, dear runner,
you must be still.
Sometimes, dear runner,
you must stand your ground.

I left then,
I'll leave again.
I'm running from something,
trying to escape nothing.
I'm tired too,
boo hoo.
I'll try again
hoping for an end.

#life  
TheFighting
TheFighting
Nov 24, 2011

Chills are running down my back,
Eyes are flitting everywhere;
Breath is shallow as I run,
I'm not afraid,
Nor am I done.

Feet are pounding solid earth,
Arms are pumping through the air;
Jaw is clenched as if in pain,
I've made the end,
Now I am done.

One step, two steps
Steady breaths
Emotional thoughts
Problems
Solutions
More problems
Better solutions
I can see the finish line
Exhaustion
Tranquility
And finally,
Silence.

Kristi Marie
Kristi Marie
Apr 10, 2013

I'm not an athlete
but all I do is run
I'm not into sports
and this isn't for fun

I run from my problems
especially from my fears
I could never face them
and it brings me to tears

I leave when I shouldn't
just hoping it's right
I always look up,
but I can't see the light

I wake with a smile
they'll never see through
but the whole truth is
I'm not me without you

I'm not an athlete
but all I do is run
I'm not into sports
and this isn't for fun

 
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