I Run

                This was one of the first poems I wrote this year. We were ech given a picture and asked to write a poem inspired by it. My picture was balck and white and showed a figure running in the tall grass. In the far distance there is was a tree. I took the visual of the figure running and ran with it. Pun intended. I could relate to the poem myself as I had been trying to get back into shape for soccer months before by going on runs.  I enjoy running, walking is just too slow.

I Run

When I turn and run towards the stars,

I run from my fears,             

I run from my scars.

 

I run until my breathe comes as gasps,

My muscles burn hot,

My knees collapse.

 

I run to feel the wind in my hair,

The earth beneath my feet,

The sun soaked in the air.

 

I run when I have a space to be free,

A sky soaring high,

A reason to be.

 

I run through every passing season,

Every field of grass,

Every doubtful reason.

 

When I turn and run towards the stars,

I run to my dreams,

I run to mars.