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Rogue Haiku by JT Sullivan

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Last I was heard from

Limericks were my style

This time, Haiku tempts

 

In poetic prose

Syllables: five, seven, five

My story told here…

 

The demon tendon

Achilles, not of Greek fame

Slain, like sons of Troy

 

Training commences

My breath like sharp needles sting

My legs, hardened clay

 

Day by day, pain exists

A pain I welcome; A pain

I had once thought lost

 

With each stride, sharp dulls

With each stride, clay turns to dust

Those behind can dine

 

Fitness supplants pain

Strength and endurance blossom

Speed supplants weakness

 

The memory fades

The demon tendon is no more

A faint afterthought

 

The track becomes home

A familiar residence

From which I vanished

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I make plans to stay

This home is where my dream grows

Goals…desire…hope

 

But fate intervenes

A new demon shows his face

Hamstring is his name

 

Fitness disappears

Agony and ache arrive

Notice of evict

 

A new home is found

A place of foam and rubber

Roll, stretch, ice and rest

 

Fortitude strengthens

Perseverance resolute

Patience is practiced

 

The path continues

A road to recovery

The dream is not dead

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