As My Poem by Rebecca Springsteen

As I take each step the ground shakes,
the sharp pain gets closer and closer,
as my shins burn,
as my knees start to give out,
as my face turns red,
as the music in my ears blast,
as my throat starts to sting,
as the wind in my hair is infinity,
as my feet feel heavy,
as my heart rate goes up.
I stop, my breaths are quick,
my feet are heavy,
the wind has stopped,
my throat stings,
my music silent,
my face red,
my knees throb,
my shins burn,
the sharp pain in my lungs,
the ground stops shaking.