The Race (Line by line poem composed with Jaklyn Maroney)

A giant leap or small step? I prefer

Feeling the movement

Running through me

Coursing

Blood and adrenaline, heart and passion

Driving me, filling me.

Do not ask me to slow down –

The break lines are cut,

The finish line lies far ahead.

I grip tightly.

Together, we can get there.

Speeding past

The doubts and misgivings,

Reaching for stardom,

Our destination is in sight.