New Poem: The Burn

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Been away awhile. I tend to shut down when I feel like I should be doing more. The anxiety destroys me, keeps me from moving. Sometimes I feel like I am running a race I’m not really in. Or maybe no one else is.

The Burn

The
Last
Inches
stretch forward
transforming to miles
after the long and brutal race

We
Went
Too far
To concede
To competition
That never showed in the first place

Air
Burns
In lungs
overtaxed
for no good reason
but the finish line feels so good

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