Feb 2014
A muted mile,
treading feet.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Battered body,
troubles and trials.
One step, two
another distance conquered.
Closer to the finish line,
yet a thousand more ahead.
Bruised and broken,
carried with Immaculate Hands
misty eyes and tears of relief
Love has overcome.
*—S.C., February 5, 2014
treading feet.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Battered body,
troubles and trials.
One step, two
another distance conquered.
Closer to the finish line,
yet a thousand more ahead.
Bruised and broken,
carried with Immaculate Hands
misty eyes and tears of relief
Love has overcome.
*—S.C., February 5, 2014
In-class writing. // Prompt: Write a poem using words that sound pleasing to the class (a list we created together).
