I was filled with the energy most star athletes begin their races with.
I knew what I wanted, I knew how to get there and I was going.
Indomitable. Fearless. Focused.
But I gave up just before the Finish Line.
I hadn’t fallen, I must admit.
I no longer had the will to persevere.
I continuously writhed with my own insecurities and adversities
But I made sure no one saw.
I wore faces like dresses; a different one for every occasion.
But if I’d only had the will to cross the line; if I’d only.
Today I look at the photographs of the athletes who received their medals
And remind myself that this is the price for will.
I say to whoever is running a race
“Whatever your source; do not let it die.
Have enough will to cross the finish line.”
As for me, I will cross the finish line next year.