Why I Run

Walk in the office, "Hey, doc" "Please take a seat" I sit. "So, what-" "Cancer." Just one little word. My parents cried. Just one little word. Thought I would die. Just one little word. We were empty inside. Thirteenth summer, scorched by a dead sun. For weeks I couldn't walk, much less run Yet here I was, three months later Crossing the starting line, my legs as my haters Three point one miles of legs burning unquelled I asked God, Oh where was a greater hell? Huffing and puffing, running and walking Tripping and stumbling, rising and driving Almost there. One last stretch. Spring! Bending legs of furious flame The whole world cheering my name Cancer's hold is over, for me there's no more pain Just a struggle to help others going through the same.