The Long Run

I lie unmoving, paralyzed
I stagger to my feet
oblivious to the glares of
blinding lights around me

I stand and fumble
my face stuck to the ground
I groan in pain—
a gush of warmth sweeps over me

It rushes to my veins
like venom, its choking me—
and still I rise
unrelenting, albeit weaker …

I resolve to run this race
to the last phase
I will not give up without a fight
I will not lose helpless!

I'm pushing forward,
I will be
there.



By a rare stroke of insight, or perhaps sleeplessness, my writing mojo is back :)


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