Winter Run
Selfishly I gulp
Down the icy air.
My lungs heave
With the burden
Of the unfamiliar
Sting of winter’s breath.
My ears are too
Numb to hear
Anything more than
The frantic pound
Of my heart pushing
The thick blood
To my frail limbs
Battling against the ice.
Here, in this place
Where extremes meet,
And my sweat freezes
In the morning air,
This is where
I am most alive.
~Evan James~
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