Can it be that I moved too fast?
Hoping, wanting, longing for more than what I was ready for?
Dismissing the warning signs
Yielding only to what my mind was saying
But never stopping
In full speed, I raced to the finish line
Forgetting my competition
Heart racing, beating faster and faster
I forgot to stretch
I forgot that I was suppose to breath deeply first
I forgot the beginning steps
Making sure not to make the same mistakes
Yet racing still for what promised me victory
A winner yes, that I am.
But I was moving too fast
Faster than my short legs could take me
I was moving at a pace too unsteady
Falling on rocky grounds
Bruised knees, scraped elbows
But even worse was my tattered pride
I saw the end within my reach
Still falling short
I can only get back up
Back up to run again
Back up to reach the end.
Wanting more than just my trophy,
I wanted my happy ending.
Too young, moving too fast, too unsteady
I slow down to a more capable pace
Walking gently by your side,
With my goals still in mind...
I must take those lunges towards peace
Inner peace, disregarding the fellow competition
Forgetting the failed races of before
Slow and steady, yes I will win my race.
Stretching this time, slowly...
One leg in front of the other.
By my side I see you there,
Behind me the past of what has been forgiven
Moving ahead, hopefully more steadily now.
Tennis shoes tied, I'm ready for this race.
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