One More Hill

Like a dirt road being rolled across
spokes of wheels turn in my head.
A spike of a shoe crunches my face
The taste of sweet sweat dries
on my lips.

I hear my heart racing as you win
Half of a day breezes by
as wind that blew on my skin
Your triumph was mine
A shared pride
that fell, apart.

The smell of the trail
lingers as I see truth cycling
through the bowels of my body
and I accept it,
this narrow path
widening into a new road
of Love, without a
finish line.

by E. M. Soos