The never ending cycle of being too perfect




The never ending cycle of being 

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ajcpoetPoet by morning. Rocker by night.
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4am comes fast, when the night brings no rest. Drifting winds of the coldest air, creeps through the cracked window sill. Mind races as soon as it awakens. Beating those who quietly slumber in the warmest wave of sheets and quilts. The faintest light from the bathroom slithers through and onto the living room floor.

The never ending cycle of being too perfect

4am comes fast, when the night brings no rest. Drifting winds of the coldest air, creeps through the cracked window sill. Mind races as soon as it awakens.

Beating those who quietly slumber in the warmest wave of sheets and quilts. The faintest light from the bathroom slithers through and onto the living room floor.

She has an edge on the world during the earliest, most quiet moments.

Counting fruits and sipping lemon filled water, she slips on her shoes and plays the tunes she knows will help her move forward.

Idly by, without a blink, she heads out into the world beginning her day before the sun. A race against her own, she paces herself the first mile.

Though she drowns her head in beautiful symphonies, she's overwhelmed by all the menacing thoughts that make her feel inferior. Mile 2 approaches as she starts to speed up.

Day dreams of of yesterdays fears means she's not over what happened. Mile 3 - Gradually speeding up, gradually free. Sharp pains through her knees but she doesn't give up.

"What's more important?" She thinks to herself. "Passion or family?" As the path stares longingly in her face, she chases her oldest time. Sunrise is happening now.

The warmth of the newly risen sun reflects onto her chiseled sweaty back. Each breath she breathes in, the chilly soothing wind through her veins and through her skin, keeps her pushing forward.

As she turns the sharp corner in her neighborhood, passer byes look with disguise as to why she would be running in such climate. Mile 7 - the perfect mile.

Doubt and fear cripples clearly into her brain. Again, thoughts of yesterday seems to fill her with pain."I can't go on, she repeats to herself".

The heavy breathing as she enters the next round. But, the glimpse that she sees, as she quickly turns, is the one above everyone, that can make her secure, erases the doubts, the fear.

Onward she moves, as she clinches towards the finish line. Checking the time, she's close to the finish. Too perfect she practiced. Morning after morning, pains after pains.

Closer and closer the minutes go by, and she's made it.

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