She can't feel her legs
, , anymore, ,
She knows they're moving
as fast as they can
after running for so long
But running for what?
To something?
Away from something?
She doesn't know.
She can't remember the reason that once motivated her
That made her push
That made her fight
That made her... her.
There used to be this something.
, , that defined her, ,
And she got so used to running
running down the endless road
That the reason now eludes her.
And she cries.
Bc it was important.
It had to be. Right?
It defined her.
But now that that reason is lost
Who is she ?
She is at rest after her pace of life declared..its meaning. And by an authorized design her place in life dared. She did it her way. And thank God for that. Now a place in the sun to pray is hers to run out the rest of her graceful night and day.
Oh dear, not the run defined her but the Will! the power to go on, even without a reason, she is a lovely person, strong, she'll win all battles with others or herself, she is a champions material made of! 10
I'm pushing back, while fighting not, won't give in, she's here, within, and she'll be back to who she was........count on it! 10.
This is good, bueno, bien, no matter what langauge you speak :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
another great poem. i like how she has lost track of everything she has no destination.