Running, running, sprinting down the street,
feeling feet thud pavement, arms as I swing,
chest tightening, sweat slipping as I press on,
stretching for the end in sight, the finish line,
but even when my legs should stop my heart keeps running.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Running, running, sprinting down the street,
feeling feet thud pavement, arms as I swing,
chest tightening, sweat slipping as I press on,
stretching for the end in sight, the finish line,
but even when my legs should stop my heart keeps running.
That’s me, preparing for a vacation. After weeks of running around, it takes me a whole day to stop my insides running. Thank you for sharing!