The Poetry Marathon

he looks at me with

eyes filled with hope.  can I

be all that he needs?

sometimes I fall be-

hind. I don’t know where I am

nor where I’m going.

the world whispers “run,

or you may break,” but broken

you may rise, fly, fall….

words flow from me like

breath or tears, necessary

to my life, like you.

Let me see the whole

page, my map on which my words

will paint a picture.

I missed the start.

Is it the beginning or

end that matters. I

Know every quote

written will tell you that what’s

inbetween counts most.

Today I will bare

my soul to strangers, kindred

spirits who hear me.