Running, running; legs throbbing
but She feels no pain
Breathing is steady, rhythmic; lungs fuel the fire
Determined not to lose sight of the finish line,
all nonsense gets locked back into the treasure box.
The drawbridge goes up, all entrances and exits to the castle closed off.
She runs with ease, even displays that warm, inviting smile.
But beneath the layers she is just breathing, running;
time to only focus on the finish line.