Finish the Race – A Poem

Dragging my feet as I near

the finish line.

Each step, a weighted leg

ankle, knee, thigh…

The ribbon wavers in the wind,

the cheers around the marker

are distant despite being

as close as an embrace.

I make it forward only

through will

because my body

responds like I’m running through

cement that is waiting

to solidify.


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