Heed the words of the warrior
Fight the best fight
feel the pain
feel the cold
feel the earth beneath my feet
feel my feet pound rhythm on the street
feel the darkness surround, ease, soothe, caress
feel the bright glare of sunlight warm from within
feel warm gentle breath of the sleeping cat in memory
feel the fear that oozes into every corner
feel the tickle of every blade of grass
feel the sweat trickle down the small of the back
feel the music swirl inside
feel the water slake, cool, drip from icy chin
feel the pain
feel the loneliness
feel the gentle satisfaction of the finish line
and in retrospect, when the race is run
understand and remember all that you did

Author: April Wells
published January 7, 2016
Poetic Technique: Anaphora