Reticent

As I sit to ponder my progress;

I don’t find many medals in that race.

I procrastinate in trying to reason the fact –

I simply give up, not finding anything intact!

I question my ways and the way the earth spins,

I have a hard time figuring losses and wins!

At times I struggle to give wings to my verse,

While it lays down with wounds turning worse.

As my little heart questions why I write,

I stumble over this part with scant delight.

Absent-mindedly it starts to nip - the rusty air,

And I realize how ‘there’ is so close to ‘here’;

Even though they’re nowhere near!