Walking to Race Point

Race Point Lighthouse Sunset Photograph by John Burk

Sleeplessness always told the story

between the back when and now,

what she once thought a game,

tracks leading nowhere.

This last section of living

something not well lived.

A swirl of memory

piercing through knots

too tight to be undone.

She had lived without a plan,

having a heart that spoke in tongues

she had yet to understand.

6 thoughts on “Walking to Race Point”

  1. This is so relatable. The last section on life not lived well. Well, we can always start doing more, participating and being present, don’t we?

    Wishing you all the best.
    -Satyen

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