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Marathon
December 8, 2025
Running,
Spirting,
Racing
For the finish line
I play fair
As others push and shove
Praised as they watch others
Fall
A boy grabs my shoe
Asking
Praying
Hoping
For help
I turn
As others whip by
Reaching down to offer my hand
The boy
Grabs,
Smiles,
Pulls
Me to the ground
I sit in silence
He is miles ahead by now
I'm still stuck
Falling,
Believing,
Hoping
People have changed
But I fall for the
Same trick every time
My help is
Taken for granted
Why does no one help
Me from the ground
As I do others
I'm stuck
Wishing
That I could be different
© Anonymous
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When I help others, I don't expect much in return besides kindness, but sometimes this is a cruel world. I get pushed to the side or am used as a step in the game of life.