The Run

Through many years I’ve tried to succeed

Fear has always been hot on my tail

I could smell the rot on its breath from miles away

and at times that smell was the only thing that kept me going 

Through the cool night into the sweltering day

I ran

Just as it seemed I would collapse and die alone

Never having reached my dreams 

They appeared on the horizon 

And so every day for months I ran 

and fear got further away 

I can see it now, I’m closer than I’ve ever been before

Maybe tomorrow I’ll be there

And fall to the ground and weep in joy

All the work has worked out

Everything I have been fighting for for so long 

Is finally in reach

This poem is about: 
Me

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