You have dreams.

Some are bigger than your country’s debt

Some are ticking nonstop like a throbbing ache

And some are jerking your muscles the way torn ligaments do.

Occasionally, you chant them as a peace offering to self-love

And try to convince yourself

that delay doesn’t equate to redundancy.

You refuse to indulge in regrets

So you bring your dreams to your chest,

and hug them

For when time is done wounding your heels,

you will emerge a better sportsman.


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