I been running this race

Chasing after chase

White Nike’s, double knot on a crisp lace

I hit the track as soon as the whistle blew

I struggled to keep pace

With the person I once knew

I was neck in neck with her

Then I fell behind

Sweat poured from my brow
Definite stubborn tears trickled down
Aching calves

Sore thighs

But I ran day after day
I inched closer night after night

Where is my ambition?

Where is my fight?

While running this race against myself

That some call it life

But no matter the distance…

I won’t give up the fight


Sincerely, Ayesha