Heart taking root (Soul in flight)

Each year I set out, with spirits so high;
with a smile on my face, a not-yet-weary sigh,
to wrestle the earth and make love to the sky,
and revel in all that is living.

The long trail, it beckons, its promises sweet,
and I’m nearly bewitched, yet held back by my feet,
who remind me again of the pain, and the heat,
for nature can be unforgiving.

But still I forge on, with my trailmates in tow,
for such an endeavor is no fun alone,
and we bicker and banter and quarrel and groan,
but the love underneath, it is brimming.

We’re eight weathered souls, and our mission’s begun:
to shorten the gap between us and the sun,
to lose rational thought in the rush of the run,
and find joy in the rivers we swim in.

It’s how I escape, year after year,
how I blend with the world and relinquish my fear,
and how just for a moment, the sky is so near ...

I can know, without doubt,

I am living.

I am here.
 

rosealice

VT

18 years old

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