13. The Secret

13. The Secret

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Runners

The Secret

O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love you, you express me better than I can express myself.
 ~Walt Whitman

I’m not as confident as I seem

But the road doesn’t know that

It simply is

Hard and smooth beneath my shoes

As I start my morning run

I’m not as sure as I seem

But the road doesn’t know that

It stretches out before me

Like a string of unbroken promises

A morning just ready to begin

I’m not as strong as I seem

But the road doesn’t know that

It waits for me like a familiar friend

Nonjudgmental, yet

All-knowing

I hurt, I ache, I mourn

But the road doesn’t know that

Nor does it care

It simply is

Every day the same, a constant star

This I know for sure

I can’t go any farther

But the road doesn’t know that

It beckons me on, encouraging me

To break my record

Test my limits

Prove to myself I can do better

That’s the secret

between the road and I

~Tina Bausinger

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