With Bare Feet

This day. September 10th in 1960, is the day marathon runner Abebe Bikila completed and won the marathon in Rome–with no shoes.

Each step we take–each footfall tells a tale of struggle and hope. This journey is one of bare feet–one of resilience and hope. And each of us has a pair. 

We can do it–with bare feet.

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Bare feet

Tread on vacant lanes

Rough.

Too wide

Asphalt.

Searing.

Bare

feet

Open

Cut

Hardened

Yet hesitant

Poised to run.

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Lines

On Skin

Deepen.

My heartbeat quickens

Then slows.

Spirit wills

Yet wails.

Finish line

Near yet

A blur sketch

Distant.

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Cuts

On skin

Fester.

My mind filled

But blackened

Dark.

Painful steps

Callused.

Trod by unseen souls.

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Line

Crossed.

Victory

Not sweet

But sought.

Fought.

Bare feet.

Cut

But formed.

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A road

Run

As one

Who will come.

The bare feet

Owned by

All.

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