Running Poet

Feet slip over wet sharp gravel,
breath pounding through my lungs,
world looks temporarily blurry,
moving in slow motion.
Pushing hard to refocus,
glance at leaves on the ground,
one last shove,i'm up again.
One foot in front of the other,
faster faster i scream,
yet run like a snail,
are my legs moving,
what is happening?,

make the quick sand around me stop,
i close my eyes,and push through the pain,
then smile as my feet start running again.

Author notes

This is a poem about myself and how at times i've felt like running yet i couldn't.
And is partially why i'm called the running poet.
And how you need to keep trying to eventually get moving in the direction you want to be in,even if this takes time.If you keep trying you will get there.
But if you don't(end up where you wanted to be) ,don't be so hard on yourself either,as where you finished is just a new place to rest for a while,gather your mind and senses,before moving on again.Keep running ,you can do it!

Derek aka Running Poet