i find myself running again, for the same reasons, the same problems, just different faces
this time though, the heat is almost unbearable
my breath doesnt plume up in great clouds, rather it comes in short tortured gasps, my stomach burns as it again attempts to void itself
i cough on bile, tasting as bitter as the anger that fuels this ragged sprint
im oblivious to everything, the pain of blisters rising on my feet, the sweat the pours off of me, the agony of an old injury, making my knee feel like its full of crushed glass, nails and salt
righteous fury is the only thing keeping me standing,after having been unable to sleep for more than a few hours in two whole weeks, and theres a whole lot of it
my body is bruised, beaten and sore, when i finally am able to come to a stop, my anger at someone else getting the one thing ive wanted for so long, without having put up with any of what i went through
without sacrificing any of what i sacrificed
that thought gets me moving again