Hurdles line up
before me, am I
at the starting gate?
Who will hire me?
Will I be able to learn?
Can I leave the house?
Each bar set higher,
formidable tasks
to achieve, doubting..
state of dependence,
chronic ailments,
undercut propulsion..
have cleared course
of busy, overworking
professional attire..
have the motivation
to rejoin the race,
but legs lack spring;
picture myself tripping,
tossed, sunny side up,
too outdated to win.
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Having actually run hurdles and been terrified by life this feels so accurate. At the end of the day we’re all like baby giraffes fumbling towards imaginary finish lines.
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haha –
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I feel that way sometimes too. I admit to falling on my face a few times, but I always get up and give it another try.
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What choice do we have…me too…
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