Child of The Sun

She finds it satisfying enough to have run half the race
Sweat drops start to form on her brow
Her pace slows mechanically

"I did all I could", she explains

As she stops to a halt

And turns around

Looking for a certain pair of eyes
In the ocean of gazes
Faces grow obscure in the dimness
All looking down, trying to pierce
Through the flesh of the deserter
A cluster of ridicule
It's like the darkness of all the living
Has evaporated
Seeped out of their pores
Reigned over that stadium
Blocking the sun light

"Ecce Homo", she whispered
",falling."

"My heart beated too loud and I ran out of breath, you know
To flush this bad was only expected
I can't push too hard if it leads to my death"

Silence

"Needless to say, my legs hurt so much"

Someone scoffs

"She thinks folks get by by sitting on their behinds all day
The fool."

"I wasn't made for this kinda toil, you see
I grew up too spoiled to run leagues I couldn't fathom
From the windows of my room
Besides, I always took the lead in my head"

Ah

They wouldn't understand, though

I always took the lead in my head

Been told to run races 

And go to places
So I did,
The fault is not mine

The jeers and giggles start to bite from the depths of the silence
Shift to a treble that still escapes the ear
But never misses the bight
How is it that the abyss becomes the face of a lover
The longer you stare
The longer it peers 
Into you

"Wasn't it enough ?
To be this sick at soul", she exclaimed
"And still have to be told that
I wouldn't know unless I've tried
Only to be tried for not knowing
How to run miles non stop
With the smile of a gallant that was born running."

I
Could run ,I know it
I could run alright
But where to run to when I have crossed that line
In the end ?
What to run for when I've covered every inch of the tracks
"Wasting your breath and vigor on a pointless endeavor
Is such a disgrace to God's gifts, you see, my lover"

But that was a shameless lie

The girl perfectly knew in her bones
That she was born with the legs of a deer
Standing in motion, before reaching the age of grasping notions
She couldn't dodge the flood
And so she was hit hard
Into awakening

"La Naissance", she hummed
As she closed her eyes
Shifted her ribs apart

Then opened wide her arms

So her heart could be kissed by the sun
One last time
Before drowning into the dark

The girl has been running
All her life
From her shadow

This coldness creeping up the back of her neck

Is the disgust of vying ,for things small

This stiffness in her tongue
Left by the thirst for winning

The unstoppable twitching of her brows
Were born from the fear of eyeing

The bottom of the mountain where the ones with little dreams
Eroded nails, and weak limbs
Were told to lay
For the flood to take them
Take them
Away

"You
Did prove the point
When you tied the badge of intent upon your arm
Shouldn't you quit while ahead in the chase?, now
Content with having been there
Or merely, being at all."

It is true
She is not one to construe, the girl with numb arms
The whispers of the whimsical handler in her chest
Nor is she one to delve deep in the ocean of rue
Over the chances missed
Perhaps
All she needed to prove

Was her will to want
Or her want for a will.