The Runner Poem by Ronnie Gardner

I have no reflection of the past yet in some strange twist of plot it fashions me
I have no reflection of the past yet it has a grasp of me
I have no reflection of the past yet it mirrors....me.
A me that that existed but it does not remember me.
Then I leap across the hurdle and land on my feet.
The rush of air escapes and sweat is released.
I have some recognition and suddenly a family
Mother, father, and a brother who like me love each other
Yet hurt each other and then my foot escapes the ground
and then the rush of air is gliding with my body and that piece of wood is clear
I have history and brothers and identity and suddenly reflection is upon me.
But destiny is still unclear to me.......
and how many hurdles do I need before its.....clear.