The 'silence' of the lone cyclist

∞

It is never silent
The whirr of the gearing
Wind whistling
Gasping for breath

Thoughts
Always the thoughts
The cursing as thighs burn

Pain coursing
Silent cursing

For the cast of one
Not for an audience

No-one is watching
It's personal

Each hill

Every single bloody steep hill
An individual challenge

Solo. Silent

That whistling wind
Always in my face

Headwind
In my headspace

Stopping me in my tracks
Legs too weak to push against its cursed strength


Silent curses

Quiet words of determination
Pushing on
To the next hill

Taken silently

∞

Words by Barrie Thomson

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