Stages Of Wind Poem by Salvatore Nicholas Grillo

Stages Of Wind



The pain is a beautiful way to remind you that you're living,
Keep pushing and you'll see it's not the end but only the beginning.
Its a feeling beyond the normal 'runners high',
An experience that can only be felt or poorly described.
I'll give it a try...

Ipod blasting music so loud your ears feel like they're bleeding.
You know you're there when this music is overpowered by your heart's beating,
Heavy breathing,
A feeling of euphoria that Ripley himself wouldn't believe in.
Adrenaline; so strong it attacks your vision and quickly blurs it,
Your body turns numb and uncontrollable forcing your animal instincts to the surface.
Body's collapsing, muscles contracting wishing you had an ambulance to go back in.
Throat so dry as if sand-filled you're in desperate need of help,
Reality is at a stand-still, every breath of air is painful and a workout in itself.
Sweat pours out of every crevice and without rhyme or reason you start to cry.
I guess this comes natural when you trick your brain into thinking you're going to die.
Keep going and you'll see the true animal in you, who you really are inside. Something triggers just before you physically collapse,
Mouth still dry but vision comes back.
Adrenaline still overflowing but muscles feel re-attached,
And for these few seconds you look at your surroundings through you're new eyes,
At this point you're feeling immortal and all sound everywhere seems to subside.
It's ironic how under these harsh conditions you've never felt such a calm....
Such a high.

Take it all in because in just a few seconds all these feelings will be gone,
Unless you want to reach the next stage, keep pushing farther and beyond.
But I warn you each stage becomes harder than before to go on.
So whats the purpose, is it all worth it?
I promise you it's a little taste of heaven but know it's only the 2nd,
I dare you to get on my level, I'm on my 7th.

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