
Poetry Repost: TWS #30 - Stolen Run.
Like a pinprick, they took our reward.
Every breath held by a thousand steppers,
Exploded in violence
Instead of the exhalation of pain & triumph
They earned with every step and drop of sweat.
They took a thing -
The breath we all take before the starter’s gun
In the moment when even the heart slows,
When we hold deep one last breath
That’ll endure until we pass the final line.
A sweet beat of time that unites us all:
The speeders pacing for a record known to only the...
Published on October 20, 2016 07:00