Endure
2/22/2011
The stitch in my side is telling me to quit the race; to stop,
My arms and legs are hurting now, I feel as if I’ll drop,
With dogged determination, I struggle to go on,
Knowing that the finish line is closer now than home.
My feet are hurting, my knees are weak, my chest is heaving now,
My breath comes fast in labored gasps, my mind is wondering how
I can go on to victory, to cross the finish line,
That is my goal – that is my aim – to make the medal mine.
My world is just the race course now, one step and then again
repeating this ten thousand times, the steps that make one win
Push through the pain, block out the now – endure the suffering
When victory comes to the runner’s heart – it makes one be a king.
