I decided one time
not long ago
that I’ll keep running
no matter who comes and go
but few miles in
and I found myself
running out of water,
food and breath.
shit.
I supported my arms on
my shaking legs and
looked down at my worn-out
shoes. they were
barely breathing, like
unconscious soldiers on
a battlefield.
how great it was to see them
being one with
my breath.
what a love story. what a tragic death.
so I stopped, and
looked around and
asked myself,
what do you do when you’re
hungry, and you can’t find
a restaurant?
you make your own damn food.
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Food…I’m about to eat tamales! ^_^
Great poetry by the way. 🙂
Haha thanks! hope you enjoyed your tamales
ha ha ha ha ha ❤ you crack me up ❤ ❤ ❤
Haha that’s good! Mission accomplished.
Great poetry!!
Good to stop for catching a breath rather than collapsing much before the finish line.
And if you can make your own food, why wait for someone or someplace else to feed you.
Thanks! Always important to catch your breath every once in a while.