Take it easy on yourself
Isn’t that what I’m here for, doc-
Can you show me what I don’t know?
what it means to not find fault in perfection
like my mother-about my body
the way I chew
I’m grown now and I keep my distance
throwing medals backwards
They don’t belong to me
I keep a distance between
people I need to dress in smiles
I need a place to rest but
I never could get my muscles not to twitch
I only knew how to pick up the pace
Sprinting hard- I want the distance grand
because even if you could catch up-
you’d have to pass all my trophies
Only then you’d catch me and
you could be proud, but not me
One day I found where I dropped my baton
found purpose by mistake
I picked it up, I started to run home
with an urgency of something
I needed to survive.
I got there and fell to my knees.
The little girl stared back at me
Eyes locked, I asked for what we needed-
Can I give you a hug?