The Finish Line
This isn’t goodbye. This is hello to
a different kind of battle, one I’ll fight in
longer strides, bigger and bolder strokes
of color, too long overdue. This isn’t
goodbye, but you might not see me
for a while, dear friend–
and upon my return I may be scarred.
I won’t be wounded, at least no
more than I am now. This isn’t goodbye.
I’ll see you at the finish line,
though I’m not sure how far away it is.