I lost myself with some disgrace.
The mirror cringed to see my face.
I didn’t think it was a race
until I knew it was.
But that was then and now is now.
With soil turned beneath the plow
the seed was planted—God knows how—
and everything was changed.
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Ronovan Hester’s Ovi Poetry Challenge this week offers the word “race” as inspiration. Posted also at Poet’s Corner.

















