Running Poem by Justin Reamer

The first step takes flight,
Taking off into the air
As each foot picks up pace,
Soon shooting into the
Atmosphere for take-off.

Like a bird flying with the wind,
Its wings extended in entirety,
Drifting with each draft,
The wind blows in the face,
The heartbeat accelerates faster,
Legs pick up for altitude,
And like a bullet shot from a gun,
Projects into Earth's uncharted oblivion.

The velocity excites me as adrenaline
Pumps through exhilarated veins,
Burning fat with each exhalation,
And soon bursting into open air as
High altitudes are soon reached,

Making soaring an understatement as
I leave Earth's atmosphere like the
Enterprise traveling at warp speed,
Accelerating faster than light itself
As I disappear into the Final Frontier,
Never to be seen or heard from again.