Thursday, April 8, 2010

W.I.N.

Drenched in fatigue,
From toe to chin,
Gasping for success,
When chances are thin,
Living in darkness,
And dreaming of sun,
Razed to the ground,
Aiming for the sky,
Fallen a thousand times,
Wounded, but never cried,
All are reminders,
Of a race well run,
And I will forget,
All the chances that were thin,
All those days without the sun,
All the scratches on my shins,
All I need is one more win.

14 comments:

Anonymous said...

I like the "wounded, but never cried" part. Trying will get you there.

Witness said...

Bingo FJR:)

Mo said...

Great

Witness said...

Thx Mo:)

zubin said...

Ur posts just keep getting more and more inspirational. Good stuff :)

Witness said...

Thx Zubin:)I try hard to get better comments:)

::Claudia:: said...

Good stuff... I love!

Witness said...

Thx Claudia:)glad u cud connect.

ellelove said...

i can totally visualize all of those descriptions and imageries. thank you!

Witness said...

Glad you liked Ellelove:)

::Claudia:: said...

No prob, I've read most of your stuff... love em all. I'm a fan of great writing :) ...If you want, you can check out some of mine on my blog

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PhotoBlitz.US said...

Just came across your blog. This poem hits home. Great job! ~Lisa~

Witness said...

thx Lisa:)glad you could connect.