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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 2025 Poetry Marathon Mile 7 Poetry Contest// Sponsored by: Mark Toney Contest Judged: 8/15/2025 5:31:00 PM ( 2nd Place ) Written: August 10 , 2025 The morning fog low over the empty streets, soft as a whispered promise. My shoes slapped the pavement in steady rhythm-- each step a heartbeat counting the miles. I had yet to run—and those I’d left behind. Streetlamps stretched shadows across brick walls. Long, crooked shapes that seemed to shiver. A dog barked somewhere— sharp, sudden— and I remembered even echoes can run far. I passed the river, silver in the first light, leaves drifting like tiny paper boats carrying laughter from summers I can’t hold anymore. Each puddle mirrored my worn determination, the uneven steps of a life I’m still figuring out. At Mile Seven, my legs shake like a leaf but my brain knocked around a long way— to faces I love, faces I’ve lost, half-light I trailed too heavily, mornings I never perceived. My hair was windblown. Mixed with the scent of rain and earth and the faint hope that keeps moving me further. I ran—not for medals, not for applause, but because every stride stitched the fragments of life into something that felt whole. When the horizon caught the light-- it wasn’t a line at all. It was the journey itself— miles abaft me, ingrained memories, and the quiet truth. I ran just find myself and somehow--I did!
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