Escape

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Out here the world is different from
back in that stale room, where
they tell me to be
the best (they think) I can be.

Out here it’s just me
and the track – with
desire pulsing through
feet, legs, arms, lungs, veins.

I lace my shoes slowly and
wake each muscle with a stretch.
I inhale anticipation and
exhale sweet relief.

My need lifts my legs like
puppet strings and swings
my arms in time with
the beat of my body.

Today I won’t let
the clock own me. I’ll
watch the sky turn
from blue to red.

I’ll belong to something
else – a carnal pleasure
I’ll measure in
sweat and steps, not

A’s or praise from those who
let their bodies fade to grey
like the skin on
last weeks´ fruit.

Out here, this is me,
blood rushing, feet
aching and, lap for lap,
this is my escape.





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sadie said...
Nov. 20, 2008 at 4:09 am
i love it, i'm a runner too, that is exactly how i've felt about running but i don't know how to put it in words, great job. keep up to good work!!! =]
 
little miss writer said...
Nov. 14, 2008 at 9:24 pm
I <33 it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ahmazing!!!!
 
Maryann said...
Oct. 8, 2008 at 3:18 am
Wow. Just like your other poem, you use great describing words. I can totally feel myself as if I was there. If I was the person. Great writing!!
 
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