The Distance Within

I run the miles deep within, a subdued race, an unspoken intent, devoid of spectators-- no finish line, just breath and heart, both entwined. The shades lengthen along my path but still a soft dawn finds its way turning into gray. Stage by stage a tale, flaw, and goal, rushing, steady flow. The road stretches far, but I endure— a counterfeit concealed, strong and pure. through storms that howl, nights that weep, I keep the pace, I am awake. With each mile that challenges my thoughts, I find a surprising wellspring of strength. not in the roar or triumphant-- but in the stillness, I transformed! A marathoner not of feet, but of the unflinching heartbeat, so when the world drifts apart, I run the internal reach.