If my muscles could tweet,
they’d start a twitter revolution,
calling on the international community
to stop the senseless torture
I put them through.
But they can’t tweet.
I made sure of that.
So again I head out for a run,
drowning out their anguished cries
with the tunes on my running playlist.
After about 5K, my muscles are
in so much pain,
they cannot scream anymore.
I push a bit further, but find myself
tired from breaking their resistance.
It’s enough for today.
Maybe a bit of rest for them and me,
so we can have a fresh start
the day after tomorrow,
and see how long we last then.
This poem was also submitted on the Open Link Night in the dVerse Poet’s Pub.
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