Look, there in the distance, it’s the finish line.
I’m running now, towards it, will victory be mine?
I don’t seem to be gaining,
I have time,
Time is going so slowly,
Now there are flurries.
Seasons are passing with the setting suns.
I am growing weaker, weighing of tons.
Still, there in the distance the end lies.
No closer have I gotten it’s the same size!
All I can think is will I make it?
Down the road will that line, I hit?
It is so hard already and more?
How much longer to the end of this tour?
I try to stay strong, keep going.
With no gains to see, I’m slowing.
Can anything make this a bit easier?
“Maybe for others”, they say, “Not for her”.
So, it’s still there, the finish line.
An unsure course.
Will victory be mine?
K. Aldaya, 4/21/03
Picture: Artist Unknown; http://dustinzender.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/finish-line.jpg