Breath

Is a meditation

And vision

Lands me

In two places

At once

I am distant

And within

My burning muscles

Every cell

Screaming

Triumph and torment

As my spirit

Flies

Ahead of my feet

Urging a pace

Beyond capacity

And I race

I reach

I dance through

That shaded tunnel

Seeking a horizon

Unfound

And dreams

Newly born

Fighting to gain

Momentum

Against

Impossible

Odds ~ Caroline A. Slee