NaPoWriMo 21
A leap perhaps
Would have soaked
Each moment in that race
With a thrill
That cuts through the ordinary
To etch a golden moment of ecstasy.
And yet,
I knew that a leap would never do.
I needed to fumble
Along the broken pathways,
Taking baby steps,
Losing and winning and losing yet again,
Till the stars came within reach.
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