7
Without a Trace
Bethany Cunningham
Sweeping through
Will I leave a scent
A spot of warmth
Where I have stood
Strolling by
Would you know that I was there
Even if no one else could
A mark in the snow
Print in the sand
Will it be recognized
As my foot, my hand
Will you see someone
And think of me
Hear a voice
And believe it to be mine
Tell me, when I leave
Will I leave anything behind?
A scar, a word, a memory
Any small part of me
Or will it all be gone
When I can no longer be
Won’t you hold on to something
Give me this one grace
That once I am called to leave
I will not leave without a trace
Two Forces Within
Tom Szklarzewski
Running…
Both a chore and a treat.
The struggle to find balance
to prevent from flowing over.
Running…
The pain of a lifetime
increasing with every step.
The breathing ever faster;
The stresses ever stronger;
The will to carry on ceases to exist.
Running…
The thrill of the freedom,
worries float away to the stars.
Such a small spark of determination
powering such a great force.
Ever close to true meaning;
The thought of knowing;
That victory lies within a few steps
Running…
Both a chore and a treat.
The struggle to find balance
to prevent from flowing over.
To give in to either force
separates fighters from the defeated.
Running…