Getting to the Finish Line (A Poem)

I’m not a marathon runner

I can barely run up a flight of stairs

But sometimes, life gives you mini marathons

Most recently, a work project that was meant for three, not one

I voiced my distress (if capitalism was a Bastille, I was storming its abuses)

Then I asked for help, and some was given

But I still had to have a plan

So, I treated every day as a whole, with its unique purpose

(Thank you Rudolph Steiner for that tip)

I organized, planned, and asked good questions

I got to bed early, ate real food, and went for daily walks in nature

People who knew me but didn’t work with me

Asked how are you holding up?

I appreciated the love

And learned a lot about myself in the process

That I’m even more resilient than I thought

With a strength that came from somewhere deep within

That I could be kind even under immense pressure

And express my voice without fear; I am “timid” no more

After all was said and done

They referred to me as a great leader

But I wasn’t looking for fame

This was a graduation

And part of my soul’s journey