The road is buried

In darkness

And still I ready myself

Excuses cast aside

And perfection

Slapped down once more

The minutes precious

Each sip of air

Fueling my limbs

In forward motion

The day will race

Before me

But I will run

To meet it

Though my steps

Have slowed

And what was once

Routine

Has become struggle

A sprint

Where once there was a rhythm

Because I must begin anew

To become

Once more ~ Caroline A. Slee