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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