Sunday, March 22, 2009

persevere

round and round and round again
it stretches ahead of me
like a lonely road
just waiting to be traveled.

one foot, then another,
i get closer to the end.
my breath comes short
and the race seems endless.

the crowd is but a hum
in the background,
while my brain is filled
with the rushing of blood.

thoughts come into my brain
that tell me to give up and quit
but i push them out and
work hard until the finish line is crossed.

2 comments:

  1. Ugh that made me quite sick to the stomach dear friend...

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  2. hahaha, I love the description you put for the powder puff pic! hahaha, I loved reading the poem, because I honestly can't write poems that don't rhyme. keep up the good work! ♥☻☺

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