an unusual format for me. I wrote it a year ago on the advent of my first triathlon though I believe it has very little to do with that race.
she steels a firmly set face
her feet are directing her slowly
pushing their still-leadened pace
months fast roll into each other
the progress is charted by grace
grimly her heart is forgiven
as moments fall into their place
passion and hot tears come rolling
though wax as they do and they wane
as fierce as she's set to fight them
are the breath and the life of her pain
the road ahead veers so sharply
still rises and falls with the scene
angry, she grits and she bears it
forging her way to a dream
at long last this journey she's taken,
the one meant to fill her with home
has opened her eyes to a newness
that lingers when she lies alone
yet blistering fingers and weary worn toes
have left her more empty than whole
the road that once led to redemption
instead, has now stolen her soul
still she's rounding the corner to freedom
a broken mind set on a plan
then realizes with horror the truth is
she ended up where she began.
Poetry by R.
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Written on 2006-10-16 at 02:09
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determined, her course is chartedshe steels a firmly set face
her feet are directing her slowly
pushing their still-leadened pace
months fast roll into each other
the progress is charted by grace
grimly her heart is forgiven
as moments fall into their place
passion and hot tears come rolling
though wax as they do and they wane
as fierce as she's set to fight them
are the breath and the life of her pain
the road ahead veers so sharply
still rises and falls with the scene
angry, she grits and she bears it
forging her way to a dream
at long last this journey she's taken,
the one meant to fill her with home
has opened her eyes to a newness
that lingers when she lies alone
yet blistering fingers and weary worn toes
have left her more empty than whole
the road that once led to redemption
instead, has now stolen her soul
still she's rounding the corner to freedom
a broken mind set on a plan
then realizes with horror the truth is
she ended up where she began.
Poetry by R.
Read 764 times
Written on 2006-10-16 at 02:09
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