Fit as an athlete of body and mind,
faster and harder every day.
To reach and achieve, what? I ask today;
Stopping for quick breaks to see and breathe,
heather, the Sea, meadows and snow,
Only to return to the run.
It was fun at times but what about the soul,
no time for it to fully live, to sing;
No time for the body to know the breeze.
I knew but pressed the knowledge down,
Thought I had to run.
Until one day a shot hit my neck;
in and instant I crumpled to the ground.
the structure crashed down,
Now, the ambulance ran.
Against all odds I survived,
It took time, I learned new truths,
or were they the old?
finally getting space and time,
As I no longer ran.
A picnic by the shore, sensuous and slow,
I saw, really saw,
the sky, the sea and shifting sands;
The colour displays took my breath away.
Time didn’t have a meaning, just Now was life.
Walking instead of running, seeing wonder in all,
Like a newborn child,
I promised never to lose that again
even if I learnt to run.
I lost a lot that day but now wonder,
Did I not gain even more?
The time to write a poem in the morn;
Or listen to a frightened man,
To feel the blessing and joy of giving comfort,
of connecting with those needing support;
To find the positives born from pain.
© miriam ivarson