I found my legs
and then learned to walk
but walking was not enough
Tiny me had to go faster, faster, faster.
I needed to run.
And so I did,
around the oval track
400, 800, 1500, in lock step
with my team.
Leaping over hurdles
was like flying.
I run on the streets now,
and through the forest,
the deer wink at me
when I go flying by.
“She is a runner”, they whisper,
“a kindred spirit”.
I blow kisses at them
and disappear into the world
that is my own head.
My thoughts and dreams
fuel my legs forward.
Runner I.
I Run.
I wrote this to remember the Boston Marathon Massacre. Running is a universal sport that engages people from all over the world. My prayers go out to the families of the victims who died and to those who were wounded.
©2013 Lynn Marshall-Linnemeier