I feel the lethargy of limbs
The sweat of brow and skin
I push beyond the pain to find
Some essence from within

I am not made for athletic style
I am not groomed to run
My competition is internal
And has barely just begun

I see the others who with ease
And energy and grace
Can stride towards their personal goals
And each new step embrace

This is not me, I never will
Be truly of their kind
I only hope that should I run
I fall not far behind.

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