My Race

To well meaning voices and mockers alike Who scream to my heart "give chase" For this truth I implore, do brace. Your alarm clocks of me misplace For the flower which calls my body its vase Will not be hurried to bloom. My truth as prickly as a rose From shame I have retraced to embrace Reputation and Opinions, I command you Displace! And give way and room for grace! For you see, this is my space With a destiny assured within this trace. So relax, I pray... This is my race, to run at my pace. - laulindah #thehundredth.