#WritcoPoemPrompt125
Slow and steady wins the race.
I never knew how to keep a steady pace.
I can see the finish line but I'm staggering and losing focus.
The crowd isn't even cheering me on and the looks they give are atrocious.
But my demeanor is ferocious.
With one eye open, I see the tape that stretches across the finish line.
In the distance I vaguely see one person holding a sign.
"You got this :)."
It was enough to pull ne out the dark abyss.
Both eyes opened and blew...