The Prize.

Feel the race pulsing through you. Written as a Refrained Tercet (my own style invention)

Fire, burning inside my legs,
Relief, my tired body begs,
and needles of sweat in my eye.

The Race, long begun,
I continue to run,
focus the mind on the prize.

I just keep going
the pace never slowing,
Heart beating out of my chest.


Push myself to the limit
I know I can win it
Never settle for second best.