Dreams Of New York

By Clare Manley

Just like you,
I have feelings:
I laugh, I cry, I love,
I hurt.

15,000 people trying to run past you,
The hills a mile up, a mile down.

Get to know me
you might be
surprised.

Just like you,
I have dreams:
Not going to fall,
not going to fall over now!

Halfway, my body hates me.
Staten Island, Satue of Liberty, Brooklyn Bridge.

I could not
do this on my
own.

Just like you to
put yourself up for a challenge:
enter yourself, try to complete,
get to the end.

6 hours 11 minutes.
Oh my God! Get me to that finish line.

And look at me now
Just like
You.

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