The Fight Poem by Mary Jane Edwards
The Fight
Out!
Ten.
I run the cold air invading my lungs.
Nine.
Faster!
Muscles burn.
Eight.
I feel...
I feel numb
Seven.
Run!
Don't stop.
Six.
Gasping
Air freezes lungs.
Five.
Almost!
Stay strong.
Four.
Feet cold blocks of lead.
Keep going.
Three.
No!
Going to get me.
Two.
Air gone. Lungs caving.
Push!
One.
I made it.
The cold is mine.
Zero.
I am mine
And no one else's
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