Ode to My Finish Line

Unassuming,
a small gap in the fence
surrounding the Parkway North track
always welcomes me,
a weary traveler.

Hard days of practice.
Workouts far from comfort and rest,
topped off by my throbbing legs carrying me
all the way back to school.

To stop before I reach you
is to give up, to quit.
So no matter how far away I may be
from your narrow threshold,
I hear you calling me.

I finally reach you,
my body exhausted and worn out.
Your rusty, crooked form understands.
You force me to raise my arms in triumph
as I stride through your tight embrace.