Empty.
Abandoned.
I hope I
will ever make sense.
Redeemed.
Confused.
I thread
paths sages rarely thread.
I groan.
I cry.
My legs
could carry me no more.
I wish.
I died.
But I
wake again to face this race.
I’ve
dreamed. I’ve tried.
Running
with these horses makes me faint.
Rejected.
Refired.
I run
alone to win this race.
Envisioned.
Unwrapped.
My
trophy stares me in the face.
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19.11.12. 9:20-9:30am
for
those who walk alone because they thread uncommon paths.
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