Anxious Runner

A short poem about anxiety

My heart skips a beat,

then gears up for a marathon. 

The rest of my body was given 

about 30 seconds to prepare.

My heart pounds in my chest,

until it has raced,

the equivalent distance of 26 miles.

The home stretch, the .2,

never gets finished.

It's my heart's way of saying

"Hey, we'll be back out on the pavement in the morning."

It gets harder everyday.

Because my brain needs sleep, my body needs rest.

My mind is tired,

my heartbeat

is not.

Reviews

[Tracey~]

That extra beat and adrenaline rush.. pushes you through and then some..