A Journey in Motion
I lace my shoes
tight around trembling feet.
Morning fog drifts over the edges of the road
and I stepped into the chill.
Each pace is a heartbeat, each breathes a quiet prayer.
The way extends beyond sight, its outlines softening into mist, yet I move unwavering.
Memories press like weights, old doubts whisper at my back but the wind lifts my chest, and the horizon bends
toward a soft- stubborn hope.
Rocks bump my soles the sun sears at noon and shades cling to my sides.
Yet the rhythm is steady and true
drags me over pain.
Young laughter takes through the air.
I feel it deep within my bones
a gentle reminder: running is more than distance;
each step is patched together.
The final mile arrives
legs scream, lungs ablaze
the heart remembers why it started,
why it runs and pushes forward still.
I move across
not for glory and not for cheers
but for the life each thread
sewed from scattered pieces
into something complete.
The road behind me hums with traces of effort,
each heartbeat a peaceful success
and every sigh a victory.
Copyright © Rowena Velasco | Year Posted 2025
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment