I’m experimenting with writing prompts…today’s was the word Marathon (don’t worry, I’m ok – it’s a gloomy reflection, not my present state).
caught in a storm on a slippery street, they pass me by faster, stronger, more determined. they will cross the finish line, rewarded for perseverance, off to handling the next mundane or spectacular details of their stable lives, while I, again, fall behind…
the lazy one behind a stream of normalcy, the anxious one behind high fives and warm blankets and congratulatory signs…the doubtful one behind everything and behind what i once thought could be my self.
in some primordial time i bought the t-shirt and was sent to Earth to run this marathon of mental servitude…therefore I can not quit the race.