The Last Run Poem by Leah Ayliffe

chasing down the street
no shoes to cover my toes
wild and crazed as i dash by faceless strangers
fleeing from whatever was
the wind racing against my skin
my spirit soars beside me
singing every song i've held inside
the energy kept locked
escapes through every flaw
howling towards the moon
giggling past the fields
arms wide open
prepared to embrace anything
whether it'd be iced with evil
warmed by light
it no longer matters
these legs have weakened with years
but there is no choice
running is all the soul requires
for sitting has been overdone
time has been wasted
and now the dawn has arrived
but my pace will not slow
instead i will rise racing
towards the clear blue sky
flying beside my spirit
with a ticket to a place
where we all belong