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A Poem About Running the Race-“Wings”

It was
Somewhere safe
Untouched;
Unscathed
Waiting for me,
It was mine

Until I reached it; then
It was everyone’s.
It became a race
One I felt
I’d run alone
But, I was no longer a hopeful
I was a no one; an anyone.

The special people were far ahead
Always out of reach,
Always out of sight
They leaked a little hope;
A lot of discouragement,
Depending on
The width of your path.

I waited so long
To get somewhere safe
And now that I’m closer,
I’m farther away…..

It’s not mine.

 

Written 6/13/91

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