I enlisted in a marathon 

I practiced and deemed myself ready
but as I walked among the crowd
my skin started to crack
my lungs started to burn
heaving and near death I crawled to the start line
barely alive long after the race began
I remain deaf to the voices asking why
I struggle to do that which I was born unable to
I was picked by a gentle hand
and I felt myself back in the water
as I slowly swim catching my breath
I am already plotting for the next race
I must figure out how to breathe out of the water
to live a life of choice and not one imposed

Author note: Have you noticed my poetry style has evolved? ❤
let me know if my latest works are working out for you 😄

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