“The Race”

I’m so close.

So close that I can feel success coating my tongue,

Taunting me with all the good that I’ve done,

I’m close to winning this race that I’ve run for so long.

 

One more step.

I can feel it.

 

The roaring screams.

I can hear it.

 

All I need to do is follow my dreams.

And finally I can be the person that I’m meant to be.

The person that I was crafted to be.

Far before I was aware of my existence.

 

Two steps back.

I can feel it.

 

The disappointed groans.

I can hear it.

 

I’ve fallen back to the spot I’ve run from.

Who knew that the race has only just begun?

After all these miles I’ve run, I’m tired.

My sell by date is long expired.

 

I’m running.

I’m running.

 

My breathing is reduced to short breaths.

What motivation do I have left?

 

But I’m close.
Close enough that I can taste it on my tongue.

I’ll run the race until I’ve won.

I’ll run the race that I’ve begun.

“Anatomy”

These are the parts of me that make up my heart and my soul.

The parts that have consumed the essence of my being,

And have ripped me apart limb by limb

Until there is nothing left.

All I’m left with are small, significant parts of me,

Parts that have defined me,

My anatomy.

“Love Me Back”

The moon is bright, but the sky is blue.

Why is it that when I look up, I think of you?

Your gorgeous hair and beautiful eyes,

It’s no doubt you’re my sun in disguise.

 

I looked for you in the stars, but could not find you there.

And for a moment I was convinced you didn’t care.

You rarely look at me and it’s hard not to see,

That the last person you want to be with is me.

 

I’ve dolled up my face and ironed my clothes,

How come I’m not the one you chose?

She’s beautiful, she’s ravishing, she’s all you’ve ever wanted.

I’m ugly and hideous and obviously haunted.

 

Why can’t you see me?

Are we not meant to be?

Our personalities match so well,

Or is it that being with me is like hell?

“Invisibility”

Look for me in the cracks in the wall.

If you’re lucky, you’ll find my heart.

If you look past my heart you’ll find my soul,

Yearning to understand the unknown.

 

You won’t find my head there,

It’s in the clouds.

And my body is invisible.

I’m invisible.

 

I creep along the walls with my invisible cloak on.

My heart’s heavy;

My heart’s beating.

I can hardly contain the pain that boils inside.

 

I’m there, but I’m never there.

I’m here, but I’m never here.

So, look for me in the cracks in the walls.

Maybe you’ll find me there.