In the essence of my being lies a truth, fundamental and clear,
I’m a procrastinator, wired to sprint; they say it’s born out of fear.
Be it a hundred meters or two hundred feet,
Last night fights before exams, chasing deadlines on repeat.
Then how did I end up in this marathon, now running the eleventh lap,
Five years and four cities, I was following a map.
Convinced I was running toward something – a goal,
But it’s been a long time now; uncertain, I question my soul.
An unseen tether, a spectral noose, tightens around my nape,
I wash the glaze off my eyes; the earth beneath I scrape.
The track marks have long faded; I realize a spiral course I’ve tread,
Thundering encore from the last homestretch bleeds through; the finish line turns red.
Lunging for the fleeting goal, ethereal and sly,
The rope tightens relentlessly, and I run, there’s no time to comply.
Centrifugal force takes over and my legs give away,
My eyes are cloudy, unblinking, lost in an abyss of disarray.
Today, still running, haunted by memories, on the verge of decay,
The elusive question still echoes, what made me run away?
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Captivating journey expressed in words! The relentless pursuit and the introspective questioning resonate deeply. 🏃♂️✨
That’s what I was going for! 🙂
I can see your last post was almost a year ago. Welcome back to blogging, Vishakha. 😇🖐
Thanks Frank, it’s been a minute!!
respect and feeling this. thank you for sharing. peace
Thank you for reading!
Very very poetic and beautiful
Thank you! 🤍
The beautiful poem we all are running! 👌
Thank you for reading 🙂
Intriguing
Loved reading every line of the poem yet the last verse of : “what made me run away?” Just hits home ✨🥂 Beautifully crafted!! Honestly relatable!
Thank you, much love! 🥂
Vishakha, your words strike with the weight of raw truth and poetic grace. 🌫️ This piece captures the ache of endless striving, the haunting chase of purpose, and the unraveling that often follows. You’ve turned vulnerability into art, and your voice echoes with power and beauty. Deep love and respect for your honesty, your rhythm, and your relentless soul. 🖤🏃♀️❤️🌹