power in present

your all running.
with time behind you
silver clouds.
on a grey day
chalky highway
infront.
your legs cant take it
you are barely making it
you are fighting gasping breathing
for fresh air
to keep you going.
behind you nothing fits
scattered pieces and torn pictures eclipse
in front theres no sign.
no form no shape as plain as night
but in this moment...
with your sweat beading palms
reaching back
and forth
and the sound of fearless trods beneath you-
there you are.
you are colorful and sure.
you pause for a moment
but then get up for more.
a tender smile
as things start to take shape
where you came from
where youll stay
doesnt matter
its how you finish the race.