Beyond South <pipe> Part 1

April rose from her bed,
With an urge she could not shake,
To go for a jog instead,
Despite her body's ache.

For months she'd put it off,
Since an accident took its toll,
Injuries left her body soft,
And her spirit far from whole.

Her limp was a constant reminder,
Of the pain that she endured,
A neck that was a daily binder,
Of the tragedy, she had incurred.

Her heart ached with a greater pain,
As she mourned her beloved mate,
Her husband, her love, her gain,
Whose life was claimed by fate.

Twenty-two years they'd shared,
Since high school, they'd been wed,
Their love story forever ensnared,
In a bond that was never dead.

But April knew she had to move,
To push through the pain and strife,
For her body and soul to improve,
And to honour her husband's life.

So she laced up her running shoes,
And headed out into the day,
With each step, her pain did reduce,
And she knew she'd find a way.