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I wrote this today while Busting my migraines. Part 2 may have to wait for the next bust, but I already have ideas for it. I'm finding it interesting what it is saying to people (have shared it with friends) and thought I would post it here. Mox the run, part 1 by moxiegirl it only takes a moment, and in a flash you decide the run is worth it. so you set your sights forward, never back, and start running feet pounding the pavement, you round the bend, your heart racing the path turns, climbs hills and goes over obstacles. but you don’t care you keep your eye on your goal. and run it’s a worthy goal after all. no one else can do it. so you keep running. the hill turns into a mountain, so upward you run the path cuts through forests and over rivers. still, you run. forsaking friends and family you run possessions, jobs, career you run all the harder your life savings, all you worked for is long gone still, you run, ever prouder all that you are, is the run. and still, you run. ever onward, ever upward. you run. the sun is hot now, you’re breaking through the clouds. still, you run. the edge of the cliff is before you, it’s getting closer still, onward you run. there is an arm, an out cropping of rock you see it and run it juts out beyond the cliff so on that…, you run the arm becomes a hand.., a finger… and just as it turns to dust, you jump. you reach out with all your might, stretching every fibre of your being to grasp….. nothing. nothing is there. just air. a wisp of smoke, a false hope and a tear left on the breeze by an eagle as you twist in mid-air to look behind, you notice the crowd families with children standing along the edge fathers wearing shorts and sandals with socks. all standing at the edge of the cliff watching you. some are even taking pictures with their phones beyond them is a car park, filled with cars and busses scooters and bikes are dotted about the edge a man is selling ice cream out of a van, and another selling burgers between the families and the cliff’s edge, a rope barrier keeps everyone safe as gravity begins to tug on the tattered fabric of your clothes and the realisation of your situation implodes in upon you, you find yourself wondering, ‘why am I just now noticing the barrier?’

Great poem