By E. C. Colton
I run a race that no one can see,
But too often I lag behind.
I watch the leaves glide on the wind
And wonder what it’s like to bide time.
When I pause to take a breath,
The wind shoves an unchecked task list
Into my clenched hand.
My mind rings with endless aisles of thoughts
Of all the girls I wanted to be
Before I realized my inabilities.
It’s like I run a race among the stars,
My limbs losing in a fight against gravity.
On those days it’s easier
To disappear into paper worlds
Of lions and swords in stone
And abandon the race I’m running.
On those days I beg You to give me strength
To keep running this spaceless race.
The silence drifts on and on—
Stealing my song, stealing my prayers.
But the wind carries a mindless tune,
Fluttering the pages around me.
With it comes a whisper,
A faint truth that weaves
Its way into the room around me:
You can use my inability.
As the sun rises, the truth explodes
Into a cloud of blossoms—
Glittering burgundy and silver.
This shattered mind can ignite,
This silent heart can whisper stories,
This trembling hand can weave words
Filled with shadows and light.
The unfading vow
That remains in the dusty room
Is a whisper when all else is forgotten:
I will run this spaceless race.
E. C. Colton is a Christian, cat mom, aspiring poet, and published author. She strives to write stories and poems that illustrate deep truths through realistic characters and prose. She’s a fan of tear-jerking stories, the dystopian genre, and leather boots—all of which often show up in her writing. When she’s not writing, you’ll find her drawing, designing graphics, and scribbling away in a vintage notebook with a cup of tea.
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