I think I’ve been in a race all my life.
Three months early I came because I wanted to win.
And I needed a large head start
Because I would fall so far behind that it would seem like I had
But life and pain and circumstances and my own stubbornness couldn’t keep me from seeing
that there was always a way back, a cleared path laid out just for me
where I could re-join
and run with all my might
I’ve stopped to train, to rest, to breathe the wind deeply into my chest
To savor the word. time with the father and son
Filled, washed, revived
And I see the new path and I run.