From Inside

I wrote this for a magazine competition. The topic was monsters. This is about being a cross-country runner.

From Inside

The blood pumps faster than ever,

The air seems gone but we never stop.

The muscles ache, the pain is there,

but we do not quit.

The end is near but we are at our last,

Dare we persist?

Then THEY come, ugly, mean.

We find power as THEY chase.

Close THEY stay, to growl, to bite.

'Faster' THEY chant aloud.

We search for air, lost long before,

and somehow take a breath.

We have no other choice.

Running to survive.

We cross the line, alive; THEY disappear.

Monsters from our soul.