The race I run
Drunk with fatigue,
Yawning with intrigue,
Eyes on the prize,
Trying to pay the price,
Running the race,
Even as I brace,
Embrace the thought to quit,
To kill it every bit,
Determined to succeed,
In every fall see a seed,
Which only effort will nourish,
And struggle to banish,
Every fear and doubt,
As I face life's every bout,
Wounded with bruises,
But still making the cruises,
To experience the mountaintop,
One must drink a bitter cup,
Know lonely moments,
Meet acerbic comments,
A steep climb endure,
Every strength conjure,
May shed a tear,
But still choking a fear,
Yet focused like a laser beam,
Tending the flame for steam,
Keeping the path lit,
Love my first aid kit,
Until the coming of the end,
May be at a bend,
May rest a while,
Not a room for wile,
For the race I want to run,
Should be the race we run,
So every second I better be,
A better me.
© 2009 Afeseh Ngwa Hilary.
