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breaking a toe

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

i started running again with my swollen toe.
breathing, panting, pacing, and sometimes chanting.
watching the clouds and skies, imagining them watching out for me.
passing the fields and the trees, from green, to white and then yellow.
racing with and against the winds, biting my teeth, always.

i was running for something at the other end.
with faith that i can never be too late, however long i may take.
driven by happy endings, and the glorious finishing line.
i kept both my fists clenching firmly to sheer hope,
on better days, forgetting the throb on my foot,
on nastier ones, as of late, just ignoring the growing ache.

have the swell on my foot gone up to my head,
have i taken me a little too far and off from reality,
and became carried away by my graphical start?
i cannot seem to feel being felt anymore,
i dont hear myself being heard anymore,
i cannot muster the courage to turn my head around,
to measure the spaces i have created, with the distance i have made.

where have i brought myself,
when have i stopped counting metres for miles,
what have i broken besides a toe?
how have i ended up with a bottle of questions,
and misplacing all the answers?

posted by peenutkew  # 14:19
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