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.
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