My Life is Not a Race

I stand in the blocks

Waiting for the pop!

The signal, the catalyst to send me into the front of the pack.

My muscles quiver in anticipation,

But one wrong move, too early like a party guest you don’t want,

And I’m finished.

But no.

My life is not a race.

Others share the blocks with me.

Too late I realize they’ve been given a head start.

The gun explodes and I am the bullet,

Shooting ahead but never quite catching up.

But no.

My life is not a race.

My heart burns for the prize at the end,

A hunk of metal to weigh me down.

But there are hurdles in my lane

Higher than I can leap, and I fall.

I fall.

I drag myself towards an arbitrary line,

Face red with shame. Last. Last. Last.

But no.

My life is not a race.

11/18/2013

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