Taking and Running With It

Been down that road before

Dying,

killing potential

to win the race

Running a marathon with untrained

wobbling stilts for legs

screaming to

STOP

S l  o   w     d     o      w       n

But pushed on anyway

to a quick end

peeled up from the pavement

skin sticking

blood dripping

heart bruised from the pounding

grounds of dirt and memories

the wound took in for

permanent decoration

losing dignity and the pace

to move at all toward the goal

STOPPED

S l  o   w    e    d       d        o        w         n

one

step

                mile

                                stone

at a time

I’ll run past

The Finish Line