She Ran
A running poem
She ran beneath the darkened sky.
Her feet were light,
She tried to fly.
Her heart pounding in her chest
She knew she could never be the best.
But on this empty night
She had to try.
She knew the truth,
There were no lies
Beneath the February skies.
Faster she ran, her feet pounding down
On the cold and hardened ground.
Was she running from, or running to?
She hardly even knew.
Still, she runs
She cannot stop.
Her chest grows tight,
Her heart grows light.
Look, she’s done it!
She’s spread her wings in flight.
