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Poem: Being Authentic

Updated on November 29, 2010


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.


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    • MarionAnn profile image

      MarionAnn 7 years ago from Vancouver Island, BC

      Thank you Michael

    • michael ely profile image

      michael ely 7 years ago from Scotland

      Hi MarionAnn, I really liked this. Very descriptive. I felt as if i was there. Thanks. Michael.