Running
Is this finally it?
The day I dust off the debris,
pick myself up
enough to take a step
and another.
Start walking
towards the haze and fog,
listen to the steamboats
moan in the mist.
Is this the day
I speed to a jog?
Breathing heavily,
lungs struggling
to take in polluted air.
And then tomorrow
I’ll run,
legs like lightning,
wind rushing past
as I burn my way
towards the future.
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