Invisible Strength
A micro-prose piece
I used to run like I was chasing god, my body light and slim,
hungry, wild, full of wind, and want.
*
Now the world moves while I stay still,
but I've learned the sky kneels lower for those who wait.
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I cannot walk, but I do.
I rise—in every word, every breath,
in the way I dare to still be more.
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“My legs may be weak but my spirit glides in its stride.”
The earth carries me now.
I am no less forward, for the stillness in my steps becomes alive
because my eyes seek truth.
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My hips ache, but an invisible strength moves my body uphill.
I stride slow towards the mountain top.
The view is my valley, I vow to see heaven's glow.
*
My soul, the spirit of an angel in its walk.
It holds me up as I reach the top and smile surreptitiously with glee
as the yellow rays dissipate further and the moon begins to take over.
*
I sit on mountain rocks and rest my weary legs.
Hips relax as divine spirit desires a way forward.
My eyes glow as a whiteness brightens upon me, and I realize it's time to leave this land for home.
About the Creator
Denise Larkin
A writer with a BA in Arts & Humanities (specialism Creative Writing), studying for an MA in Creative Writing, writes poetry and fictional short stories. The author of Time to Run, The Island of Love, Darkness, and The Non-Human.
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Comments (8)
The journey might be difficult but the destination would be worth it. Loved your poem!
Walking is the easiest form of exercise that one can do physically and yes even emotionally as you stated in your piece. Good job.
There is a time for getting away, breathing & taking it all in, & there is a time for heading home. Editorial notes: Did you mean, "My legs maybe weak" (adverbial form without a verb to modify) or "My legs may be weak" (verb). I believe your mean "surreptitiously" where you have "surreptiously".
So lovely to read. Walking is sometimes hard, I know, especially uphill. Love how you made this a part of life's struggles. Beautiful.
A wonderful story about walking. Your words flowed nicely.
Nice, I liked it
Walking uphill is hard. I feel your pain.
Enchanting spiritual words.