sweat dripping,
heart pulpitating,
and oxygen gushing out at every breathe,
10k jog inĀ under 10mins,
nah this feels like a sprint,
one whose destination is bitter,
never sweet,
wait, it is,
being fit,
i constantly rethink my life choices at 5k,
question my sanity at 8k,
think about stopping at 9k,
think of falling at 9.5k
the night is darkest before the sun rises,
(it’s just after 3am here)
but IRIZ WARRIRIZ
-Ropa
I love the movement of this poem and the analogy between writing and running. Most especially love the line: “the night is darkest before the sun rises” So powerful!