I have always lived between the flash of lightening
and the clap of thunder. I am neither in the spotlight
nor receiving applause.
It is my destiny to remain within that quiet moment
of anticipation, ever hopeful to write something
worthy.
Not that I seek the spotlight, or long for praise
but the constant anticipation wears thin my armor
to the point that the ticking clock has become
internal, lending an awareness that the distance
between start and finish
between start and finish
draws shorter with each storm.
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