The tears I’ve shed
Have painted my face
In every conceivable shade of
Pain and happiness….
A luminescent and demure smile on the outside
Mask the Obsidian stalactites on the inside
That line the screaming cavern in my soul
It is in this place within me
that he feasts like a cannibal
licking his fingers and savoring
as he picks away at the lifeless body
of the man whom I dreamt of becoming
but to you who dwells down there
I say to you…get ready to run
Get ready to run my dear…..
1 marathon a month for 1 year …..One down 11 to go ….