remember
when I
used
leave them
behind.
i'd surprise
myself,
smiling quietly
inside.
the rush,
the explosion
tensed but
not tight.
move,
flowing
free bird,
exuberant
flight.
muscles
flaring,
tendons
ripe;
beat
to a rhythm
footfalls
light.
wind
in my
hair
brushing
aside
youthful
vigour
and
carefree
delight.
I'd trip;
get up.
fall;
I'd
arise.
nothing
could stop me,
nothing
denies
a feeling,
urgent,
of now
so alive;
those day's
when I
knew
I could
run
with the best
and
leave them
all behind.
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 11:06 AM UTC
remember
when I
used
leave them
behind.
i'd surprise
myself,
smiling quietly
inside.
the rush,
the explosion
tensed but
not tight.
move,
flowing
free bird,
exuberant
flight.
muscles
flaring,
tendons
ripe;
beat
to a rhythm
footfalls
light.
wind
in my
hair
brushing
aside
youthful
vigour
and
carefree
delight.
I'd trip;
get up.
fall;
I'd
arise.
nothing
could stop me,
nothing
denies
a feeling,
urgent,
of now
so alive;
those day's
when I
knew
I could
run
with the best
and
leave them
all behind.
... when nostalgia ‘helps’ distract us from the writing on the wall; yeah, I’m getting old(er)
