Not My Race To Run

The rats are running,
But this is not my race.
How did I wander so far
From my source of joy?

The paths are overgrown
And full of rip-rap~
Trees~moss laden~dip,
Obscuring the way.

If I only knew how to
Utilize this machete,
I might see more clearly
Than I do now~ slowed
By the undertow of
The underbrush.

This was not my race to run.
But I’m in the thick of it now.

~Keep Walking

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About ~Drew

I am a survivor of childhood torture. Each day, I put one foot in front of the other, moving forward. To do any less would spell my own destruction. My music/poetry/prose deal with the devastating effect of this kind of abuse on a human being: me. My experiences/thoughts/ideas/misconceptions are exposed here for all to see. Here. I am lain bare, naked, hidden only be the cloak of anonymity.
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3 Responses to Not My Race To Run

  1. megzone says:

    nice one..truly…
    for so much of rat race.. its better to not join them but rather take a diff path n keep walking..

    M here from Jingle’s Rally

  2. Jingle says:

    The rats are running,
    But this is not my race.
    How did I wander so far
    From my source of joy?…

    smart words, well done…
    Glad to see you divide your interests between your blogger account and your wordpress account…
    keep walking….

    link a poem to potluck today if you can, thanks for the support…
    Happy Wednesday!

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