{"id":33612,"date":"2017-08-05T12:28:04","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T16:28:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=33612"},"modified":"2017-08-05T12:42:38","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T16:42:38","slug":"weigh-in","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/weigh-in\/","title":{"rendered":"Weigh In"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-33779\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Before-and-after-300x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Before-and-after-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Before-and-after-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Before-and-after-768x768.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Before-and-after-45x45.jpg 45w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Before-and-after.jpg 960w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Weigh In<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Start a race.<\/p>\n<p>Start a race for freedom, others cannot understand, the embrace is pounds of flesh.<\/p>\n<p>The cut was deep inside, no way to hide, from what will come, I am undone.<\/p>\n<p>No place to run.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>No place to run.<\/p>\n<p>No place to hide, from what was inside, it buried me.<\/p>\n<p>Security is lost, seeking thoughts unspoken, that wound is open.<\/p>\n<p>No one can see.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>No one can see.<\/p>\n<p>The secrets are biased, screaming for solace from the storm, it is a norm.<\/p>\n<p>Society ignores, we feel like whores, they refuse to get it.<\/p>\n<p>It melts away.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>It melts away.<\/p>\n<p>A new day born, the swollen growth is torn, no more to morn.<\/p>\n<p>More than imagined, victory is bright, it shines and can be seen from a distance.<\/p>\n<p>The race is done.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8211; Mary-Jeanne Smith<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Weigh In &nbsp; Start a race. Start a race for freedom, others cannot understand, the embrace is pounds of flesh. The cut was deep inside, no way to hide, from what will come, I am undone. No place to run. &nbsp; No place to run&#8230;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":833,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-33612","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33612","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/833"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=33612"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33612\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":33784,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33612\/revisions\/33784"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=33612"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=33612"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=33612"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}