it'll get better each time
it'll get better each time
i tot i could not.
i wanna walk.
relac.
catch my breathe.
it's so far away.
my feet are getting heavy.
the ground is pulling me back too.
sweat is flowing down, drenching my face.
but Grace wouldn't let me stop.
wouldn't let me catch my breathe.
wouldn't let me be one step behind her.
wouldn't let me give up.
then i saw the school.
the overhead bridge is within sight.
relief and joy filled me up.
and i noe the end is possible.
"come on! run to the zebra crossing!"
said the coach.
a final breathe, a final step.
and i've reached.
a cough, a wrong breath. bad move.
i felt like throwing up.
Aramia cracked a joke. (bout CPR)
and laughter dismissed queasiness.
i tot i couldn't make it.
but i did.
four km. twenty four min.
i can only say, "Thank God"
