My Saboteur

The tears I’ve shed

Have painted my face

In every conceivable shade of

Pain and happiness….

A luminescent and demure smile on the outside

Mask the Obsidian stalactites on the inside

That line the screaming cavern in my soul

It is in this place within me

that he feasts like a cannibal

licking his fingers and savoring

as he picks away at the lifeless body

of the man whom I dreamt of becoming

but to you who dwells down there

Yes…you…my saboteur

I say to you…get ready to run

Get ready to run my dear…..

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

1 marathon a month for 1 year …..One down 11 to go ….

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