am i done?

I found this little poem I wrote in a notebook I hadn't opened in a while...


I realize that I exist, and I am running
thud thud. thud thud...

The ground speaks to my body as the dirt and cement course from feet to head.
Inhale, exhale, breathe breathe. breathe breathe...

The pace of ghosts and hopes of my past pass through my lungs,
my days are distracting me as they melt away

My pulse quickens,
thump thump. thump thump...

There is no such thing as control, fear so pointless that there's nothing to fear
yet nothing but fear fills in my heart.
Speed up to let go. make it hurt. make the heart pound

Sweat drips into my eye,
sting sting. sting sting...

Wipe your eyes, clear your brow, and you can do this alone.
Coughs become primal,
roar roar. roar roar...

The demons need to be scolded away.
I AM POWERFUL
I AM STRONG
I AM NOT DONE.
I stop.
I breathe the last deep breath

My sore heart races and is ready to break again
I feel the baptism of salt on my skin
my voice yearns to speak to silence

did I follow the trail?
did I finish?
did I go far enough?

am i done?