Poem: Being Authentic
What acceleration of emotions
flowing as I stride with the wind
many changes - fear, hope, wonder.
Knowing how much you
can take before you want to stop
rather than letting go.
The unreasonable hill tries to
laugh in my face but I
look up and keep on going,
I chuckle at my own secret.
Conscious I can beat the abrupt block,
just pick up the knees some more and move.
I shuffle along to a finish line that I haven’t
Seen, yet I create my own vision of the end
as people around me scream out
my name with encouragement
I now am at the end with high fives
all around I feel the intense emotions
I am shaking with fear of not making it
the finish line seems to be getting further from me
then I pick it up and just sprint to the end
for a brief moment we all share the same emotions
and stay still for one breath, one moment.