marathon

The starter's pistol fires loud
sound startles my mind, instinct takes hold
my feet start to run, my stride is bold
these first baby steps make me feel proud

In my lane, I'm behind the crowd
this race isn't a sprint, a marathon to run
a way forward, a race that has barely begun
hold my pace, ignoring the dark storm clouds

Feel my muscles pull tight, been running all night
a stitch in my side, my chest on fire
pound on some more, cant retire
need to keep going need to fight

Now I'm running as fast as I can, keeps out the thoughts in my mind
am I running away? why? am I scared?
is this my race to win? do I need to stay in this lane?
so I persevere, the thoughts begin to clear, the fear left behind

In the past the darkness would have stopped this
now its time to run headfirst into it
overtake the pains, the worries,the tears
take first place in this race against fear

Thanks for reading,

Kyle.