Archive for February, 2013


Last Mile

I thought the last mile would feel more liberating, that the downhill stretch would be less strenuous once the end was in sight. It is none of those things. My muscles ache and my eyes are weary with patience wearing thin. This is my final mile of the run. I’ll make it across cramping and burning with pain if I have to crawl. I choose to press on even if it kills me in the end.

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I test drove life. I flailed, I failed, I rose above it. Now I start with a clean slate. Lessons learned and armor gleaming. Polished smooth as a stone. Bring it on. 

Our love is no longer fledgling embers but a raging fire lighting up the darkness.

do not mourn like those that have no hope

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Success

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