She Ran
A running poem
She ran beneath the darkened sky. Her feet were light, She tried to fly.
Her heart pounding in her chest She knew she could never be the best. But on this empty night She had to try.
She knew the truth, There were no lies Beneath the February skies.
Faster she ran, her feet pounding down On the cold and hardened ground. Was she running from, or running to? She hardly even knew.
Still, she runs She cannot stop. Her chest grows tight, Her heart grows light. Look, she’s done it! She’s spread her wings in flight.
