March 21st, 2007
(I wrote this one a while ago)

"ALMOST"


Someone decided she should be a professional.
Someone hates her.
Or is out for tedious vengeance.

This intangible someone decided
She should optimistically enter many-a-race,
But never place.
Not every professional wins.

In search of love,
She has become friend, confidant,
Associate.
Someone he can trust.

Trust me with your heart,
She pleads in vain.

In this race are many laps;
Repetitive cycle.
Someone has placed on her naïve feet
Running shoes that are much too small.
They cut into her already calloused flesh
As she strives to reach the red ribbon mirage.

She watches her friends and associates
Finish the race with smiles and rewards.

Friend CAN succeed, she thinks
As tears run down her aching face.
~

Does she keep running?
It seemed so achievable at first--
Within her grasp.
Yet she stumbles on the same pitfalls
With each rotation.

She is a resilient fighter.
The anticipated satin is always within eyesight
When a judge calls a familiar
Disqualification on account of
Lack of mutuality.

Currently defeated, she slowly drags herself off the track.
Adding another "almost" to her own
Track record.