Words of the Soul

15.

(11.24.20)

What more do you want from me?

I do everything that I can

But it's never enough

I can't keep up

And I don't want to run

This endless race

The finish line moves

Farther and farther again

As soon as I get close

It's out of reach

I want to collapse

Fall to the ground

Never to get up again

And I am sorely tempted

But if I pause for breath

You only demand more

My feet are sore

Broken, bleeding

They are worn down

From the endless journey

I trudge on, weary

I once had shoes

They fell from my feet

I could not turn for them

Could not stop to fix my mistake

But the race goes on

I must too

The finish line is glorious

I can almost see it now

But it has moved!

Again, from my sight

I continue running

Until my death

Perhaps I will finish

The great race

Or maybe

My legs will simply give out

My body has betrayed me

Every breath is a knife in my chest

I fall to the ground

Ordered to get up

To run again

To finish the race

I ignore the commands

The ground is soft

Welcoming me into its earthy arms

I am at rest

My race is over

Your race continues on

But without me

I am at rest.