No pain, no gain
To hell with my lungs
and them wanting to stop,
to hell with my body
and its wanting to drop.
I struggle onward,
towards my set goal,
while listening to
my body pay the toll.
Write one leaf about running.
One foot going forward, the other following,
all the while feeling this burning in my chest.
Though I’m often tired and struggling,
I keep pushing forward, trying my best.
A (wise) man of two faces 