A Run

A Run

By Allie Marie
A maze of evergreens

almost block the sun.

My feet pound against the ground

and lift the dirt.

If you asked me if I was almost there,

I would lie.

I’m drenched in my own sweat.

You’d hate to see me now.

They say when you reach that sweet spot,

I’d feel like I’m flying.

Here we go.

Watch me fly.

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