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.
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I like the "wounded, but never cried" part. Trying will get you there.
Bingo FJR:)
Great
Thx Mo:)
Ur posts just keep getting more and more inspirational. Good stuff :)
Thx Zubin:)I try hard to get better comments:)
Good stuff... I love!
Thx Claudia:)glad u cud connect.
i can totally visualize all of those descriptions and imageries. thank you!
Glad you liked Ellelove:)
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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Just came across your blog. This poem hits home. Great job! ~Lisa~
thx Lisa:)glad you could connect.
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