Gerry Legister (21/01/66 / Silver Spring, Westmorland, Jamaica)
Running for my life
With one foot off the ground,
then another image split time
feel every second hearing every sound
Erasing desires from my mind.
The crisp morning clouds
Fly low with each drop of rain packed tight
I am walking through the crowds,
But my soul is having a fight.
Full trail marathon mostly uphill
wet and aching feet and sore joints
longing to see finish time and hear final bell,
I fell on slippery roads at turning points.
Watching time reduces the gap
Running through troublesome pain
I’m at peace with each small drop
never give up going one step at a time.
Age comes to enjoy the fearful silence
In the middle of this earthen treasure
I run in city streets to country distance
Racing with life pack tight with adventure
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