Wind in My Lungs
I taste the wind deep in my chest
each breath sharp with sky and grit.
Dawn pushes heavy against my shoulders
every step thunders beneath me.
Hills rise, silent and stubborn...
creeping memories I cannot shake.
My hands throb, my legs burn.
A silent spark beats beneath my ribs.
Every footfall sends a spark.
Each pulse beats with stubborn will.
They rush past - brushing my arm
their courage carried by the wind.
The last stretch hums beneath my bones, a rhythm only the determined feel.
I’m tired, but I keep going.
The ache is there but I carry on.
The finish isn’t the line I cross,
it’s the strength I hold beyond it.
it’s the strength I carry past it.
Every step brings a small victory.
Every breath keeps its own strength.
A life built one stride at a time...
foot by foot, wind at my back.
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