A Thousand Mile Runway

October 23, 2008
By Janne N, San Juan, ZZ

From the corner of my eyes I can see
Faces following me with their stare
Flaw-finding, judgmental stare with no sympathy
Still, I keep my straight forward with no care

I worked my way across in a way that felt good
As I step, my foot would cross my other foot
And when I feel whispers and raising of brows around me,
I just keep my hands held on my waist recklessly

My heels broke, I stumbled before them
But not a single moment my head was down
My eyes remained forward, preceded walking; barefooted
Feeling no embarrassment, feeling unaware of eyes around

There’s no looking back; no going back
The shows going on and I can finish this alone
Until the end of a thousand mile at my very last pose,
I’ll keep strutting my way through this runway I own

The author's comments:
This piece of mine is about the journey of life. Life is like a one thousand mile runway.

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