Writing Challenge, Day 7: Running For My Life

Ah, poetry.

Looking back, every poem I have ever written sounds like a Toni Braxton ballad or an India Arie anthem. My parents always did say I was the dramatic one!

I’m trying for a different tone today—more indicative of where I am in my life right now. Let’s see how this goes.

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Left, right

Breathe.

Left, right

Breathe.

She passed me

Breathe.

I need a faster song

Breathe.

He passed me too

Breathe.

It's too hot

Breathe.

My nose is running

Breathe.

My stomach is cramping

Breathe.

I’m not going to make it

Breathe.

This is the worst I’ve done

Breathe.

There’s the photographer

Breathe.

My thighs are probably jiggling

Breathe.

I bet I look a mess

Breathe.

Is that--

Breathe.

the finish line

Breathe.

They’re cheering for me

Breathe.

That clock can’t be right

Breathe.

I made it

Breathe.

Thank you, God 

Breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Best race ever.

--K.