All Running to the Same Place

Ok, so I am not what you might call a topical writer, most of my stuff is internal, personal and on an individual level rather than being inspired by outside events. That being said, since the bombings in Boston last Monday I have been struggling with how to express something, had words brewing inside like I had something I wanted to say but just didn’t quite know what it was or how to say it. After having some time to digest and assimilate events and feelings and impressions this is what I have come up with. It is rough and kind of jagged, but that is part of it really. I don’t mean this to seem like a capitalization of the recent, tragic events, I just had to respond to this for some reason, something about this event was a last straw kind of thing, a reaction to all the horribleness I hear and see in the world every day, from all directions. Maybe someone out there will read this and it will speak to them, but who knows, maybe it’s just my reaching for something positive for once. I shall let my faithful readers decide.

Constant forward motion
Pump, churn, breathe in out
Steam pressure heat
Muscle push pull tendon bone
World spinning out unravelling road tapestry
One stride at a time
Universe narrow corridor expanding
Rolling on
Outwards, towards something
Undefined destination, fixed point
Finish line taped to horizon fleeing
Beckoning, tantalizing out of reach
Forever carrot dangling first place ribbon promise
Daring, cajoling, bright light challenge
Banner shout roaring ocean surf tidal
Riding always forward, arrow straight
Shot past cold doubt wet leaf clinging fear pain pulling, tugging, dragging
Lead weight dead iron clamped shackled
Yet we must keep running
Towards the light, the heat
Dawn, hope, love, life all hands reaching to pull us on.
To cease is the end full stop
Dead dark nothing more
We all have to keep running
Or else we all fall down.