I am feet too slow to race,
but sturdy in dusty paths.
I carry laces frayed with yesterday
while today begs my footprints.
The chase no longer lures
nor does erasing hours bring comfort.
Years connect sinew to bone
and heart to memories.
The finish line will reach me
in shallow breaths and fields of stars.
©Susie Clevenger 2018
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nor does erasing hours bring comfort."....I LOVE this state of mind so full of wisdom that's not to be had in wild youth. Sigh.
'I carry laces frayed with yesterday
while today begs my footprints'
and
'The finish line will reach me
in shallow breaths and fields of stars.'
"I carry laces frayed with yesterday
while today begs my footprints."
awesome awesome awesome, could not have said this better
much love...
I love that phrase. Gorgeous poem, Susie!