i didn’t get first place
but i made it past the finish line
There will always be days like this, where I feel I didn’t do enough either because of external, or most likely, internal factors. It could be as simple as laying in bed all day to take three naps, but sometimes it’s necessary. I started my blog with this poem because it’s one that is short, but airs out a lot of frustrations I have had with myself.
Making the finish line in first place is great, but pacing yourself in the face of anxiety or depression, and overcoming those hardships to make that imaginary line even if for a day, are ones to be celebrated as well.
The Poetry Collection 