once,
not too long ago,
i felt
alive.

but,
perhaps that was just
a dream
i shared
with you
&
you
& you too.

i have run
479
consective
marathons
holding my breath and
waiting
for that
spark.

my legs are still strong,
and
my feet feel like feathers.

i could run 479 more
but,

I
will
stop
now.

i will stop
and
close my eyes
and
breathe
again
….like i did
before my first step.

I’m so greedy,
I will breathe again,
and again,
and again, and again…

slowly
………..

deeply
………..

passionately
………..

i breathe again,
and open my eyes:

the race is over.

my journey has finally begun.

it’s easy
in winter’s snow
to glance
back from which we have come
and mourn the loss
of that past perfection.

a time for reflection.
a time to hide from the cold
and uncertain present,
and to roam free on clouds of nostalgia.
a time to reminisce
and weep.

rising from the depths
of my soul’s
eye,
comes
an answer.

it burns
and
my fear
melts in
the growing flame.

something gorgeous
awaits my care, and
something new takes shape.

i grow closer to you,
god,
with
every
held
breath….

release,
release,&
breathe.

it
is
time.

you don’t need rockets
to start a revolution,
or to liberate your
soul.

strength of will
and faith
and passion
will see you through.

Hot Dogs however, are nice to have too.