Humble Poem by Janice Harris
Humble
Basking in the sun of a well run race, nothing clouds the mind as I hide my face. The applause is deafening to my ears. Tears of joy streaming down cheeks filled with tears of yesterday's sadness. Running for sanctity and sanity. Running to fill the void of lost races all my life. To reclaim the slightest recognition of humanity. I calmly bow my head and thank thee. Finishing was first to winning.
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