by Carol Edwards
We might have hope. Endurance also called perseverance must be built Athletes and soldiers practice train their bodies leverage repetition to program muscle memory Musicians, too endurance of the lungs, the diaphragm, the fingers the eyes reading cascades of notes The mathematician, the debater the philosopher, the meditator endurance of the mind, of logic and proofs Endurance training hurts A deliberate application of pain pushing boundaries, inching ever closer to the strength and speed the acuity the focus for the race, the game the match the test Endurance is forged in burning limbs burning lungs deep gasps, arms overhead, feeling the world grow fuzzy and tilt but not enough to collapse the heavy ache almost enough to keep you in bed next day Endurance is the sweat soaked shirt, the hammering heartbeat, the drills you hate that one day save the play save the race, the show the war, because when your mind forgot for a split second your body did not endurance the only thing between you and hard-fought victory. “…through endurance and encouragement of the Scriptures, we have hope.” Romans 15:4
Carol Edwards is a northern California native transplanted to southern Arizona. She lives and works in relative seclusion with her books, plants, and pets (+ husband). She grew up reading fantasy and classic literature, climbing trees, and acquiring frequent grass stains. She enjoys a coffee addiction and aspires to be a succulent mad scientist. Her work has appeared in Space & Time, OpenDoor Poetry Magazine, Origami Poems Project, Uproar Literary Blog, Heart of Flesh Literary Journal, Cajun Mutt Press, Gyroscope Review, and The Ocean Waves published by Red Penguin Books. She uploads her poetry to www.practicallypoetical.wordpress.com
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This is incredible! More from her please
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