Hurricane Baptism

Running since I could walk

trapped in my own mind

Drudging through failure

like molasses

I took what’s left of me

sprinted across a
tightrope in a hurricane

without a safety net of validation

I looked down and my feet were clean.

It helps to wear sandals in a storm.

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