Felt like I've been running A thousand miles Paced consistently Without self took rest... I've been sipping my water On the go with my eyes fixed ...my ears attentive...
I've found that I do not grow weary, I did not faint... Instead, I mount up... Suddenly, unexpected... A turn...a leap...
Even on the rocky surface My feet are directed, To choose a firm grip Without hesitancy, I am moving forward... I am pressing on!
I don't think I can feel The aches in my legs anymore Nor can I describe the beat Of my drumming heart Playing a new rhythm.
I can not describe the silhouette of my vision All I know is that its set At a price already won Of a race already ran.
As I am in the middle My left and right lane Councils each other And only one transforms.
In training Yet I'm running To take hold of the prize
Quite challenging though, To listen and concentrate While paving my way And pacing even rhythms, But then I hear a voice Coming from behind: This way! I am at rest, though weary I gain new capacity. Who would have thought That words can bring strength!
No! Do not generalize, For these words are not human, for it can't fail. Never disappoint! I've experienced myself! Unfailing love during my race!
I am a teacher for 20 years now and also a very busy mom juggling mostly 70 % all the household activities.Quite a challenge ! I am really involve in our community and this adds to my busy schedule .
But it clearly states my interest in people and in what they do .
I love gardening , crafting , teaching outside the classroom and drama dance.
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Poetry and Prose by #1 Amazon Bestselling Author of Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow, Co-Author of #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women, and Jan/Feb 2022 Spillwords Press Author of the Month