It's funny that no matter
how fast I run
my past is always on my tail
I can never escape it
or get far away from it
I can't allude it
dismiss it
lose it
or trick it
It's always right there
I have been running
far and fast for most of my life
trying to leave my past behind
but when I look back
there it is right on my heels
I find myself out of breath
losing stamina
my strength diminishing
trying to get away
but...
I can't outrun me
I can't leave pieces of me behind
I can't duck
hide
dip or dive
cause my past still looms
right there in the shadows
with me
I must accept
that I am what I have done
what I am doing
what I hope to do
I am what I have been
who I have been
and all that I hope to become
today I've decided to try
something new
I'm gonna run with acceptance
alongside myself
with each stroke
each extension
each stride
I hope to meet myself
with less resistance
and more consistence
no longer running aimlessly
desperately
or frantically
I want to run victoriously
earning every bead of sweat
knowing that I am no longer
running from myself
but running towards the finish
in the lead
(c)Nevadapoet
In a list
A contest entry
- grace by serval.
300 points, ended October 19, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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i like the interpretation of the prompt, but the piece is a little too listy and uses a few too many 'i's.
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This is so magnificent, so true, so amazingly written..it's stunning.
Spectacular job.
~Beth

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Grace comes so many different ways, to hold yourself, live life and view others. We must face the fact we need to like ourselves firstly before it can begin.
C





