Run

Feb 2001

This sweet fire that keeps me sane,
chasing after nothing
knowing it is the race, not the finish line
that makes you stronger
makes you worthy
and tests the limits of your preconceived failures.
Talk the mind into
what the body can not achieve
until the body catches up.
Force this sinew to serve
the heart that strives onward
to give the hope to others
to return to the earth
that which we rip away day after day.
I am not my bad habits,
nor am I my past betrayals
and I shall overcome this anguished past
to become the woman I see in my eyes
though not yet in the mirror.
Burning lungs and trembling defeat
I ignore until they no longer matter
for I have grown and strove beyond
and now reach further to see better defeats
and move beyond them, as well.
This sweet fire that keeps me sane
as I ignore the pain
and find victory.


© 2001, Tara Tambolleo