50 Miles of Being

Once more into the abyss,
Into the last good miles of life,
I run and breathe on this day.
With each step I take,
The past I shed away,
A weight lifted, a soul laid bare.

Step after step, I begin the climb,
Not just over hills, but through the folds of time.
The tarnished self fades,
The true self, unburdened, remains,
Guiding its existence, raw and clear.

Pain rises, muscles scream,
But in this agony, I touch the dream.
Fifty miles of being, fifty miles of soul,
Where I break apart but emerge whole.

The finish line is in sight,
Yet in every stride, a piece of me is shown,
Into the last good mile of life.

On this day, I ran and breathed with joy.