Saturday, November 12, 2011

Poem: The Runner

I wrote this poem several years ago and only recently rediscovered it.   It was originally titled "Anonymous City" but when I re-read it, I found that title to be completely wrong.  The words described the feeling I get when I am in a race.  They described it perfectly.  As though the poet inside me knew that running would be a part of my future.  I thought I would share it here :)

The Runner

A rush of wind through the canyons
A whisper of people rushing by

surrounded, yet alone
And peaceful in all its manic energy

Hiding in the open air,
I find myself

The me I tried to be is left behind
with all of its pain

And I am free to fly amongst the towers
of the anonymous city.

Where my soul has found its release.

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