My Race

My life has a limp

and I shuffle along—

swift and graceful

as a turtle.

Other lives have limbs

built for speed

and run majestically

like cheetahs.

My heart loathes to lose,

but my head is in the game—

I will limp on

for You,

and when I do,

I only seem to lose.

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