Three Poems, Once Voice

How Do I Finish the Race?

With life like a marathon at times

It feels like I don’t have enough training 

To run through the finish line

I know I will, but at what pace?

If I go too fast, will I fall on my face?

If I go too slow will I lag behind?

So far back I can never hope to shine

Or do I say screw it?

I’ll get to that line 

Whether it takes me forever 

Or no time at all

At least I dared to try

Even if I fall 

I’ll pick myself up with dignity and grace 

Knowing no matter what I will finish the race 

Blown Away

“Grief is the price we pay for love.”

 ~ Queen Elizabeth II

Roses will wilt and blow away, 

No matter how much we want them to stay 

We plant them knowing there will be an end 

Even if it brings us pain, it was good time to spend

As time goes by, new plants will grow

We never truly fill the hole, though

We can try and try, but at the end of the day

We must accept our roses have blown away 

The Ocean Blue

Grief is like the ocean-blue

Sadness flows with the tides

Everchanging, everlasting, 

Warping everything around it 

Waves of sorrow crash down 

With the power of a thousand tsunamis

All-encompassing, it looks as if there is no escape 

As it desecrates obstacles in its wake