Today I ran a thousand miles
Through a life I hear some say is charmed
With a husband, children and home quite fair
My actions taking with them the swiftness of the moment
Decisions made and die being cast
Forever unfolding outward toward invisible ends
My feet not touching the earth beneath me
Keeping my self from worldly sense
My hands covering my ears so as not to hear
The laments of those I cannot reach
And the cries inside me which I must not stop for
My eyes blinded by the brilliance of the day
My soul darkened by the emptiness of the night
If I stop I know I'll stumble
Alone and aching for an end
To a race I feel I am running backwards



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Marie St. Onge-Davidson
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