April 19, 2016: Evening Walk

I feel angst
as I tread up the chiseled sidewalk
with only my sweat to show
my traveled distance. 

My heart, I can feel
it pumping worn breath
within my lungs. 

I beat the wind
with my intensity and struggle.
I can only hope
to fly without my breath
slowing me down.

Written by Amanda B Hansen
2016 April 19