I was a self-made sprinter. I could run miles and miles and not be out of breath. But I was not running anywhere, neither was I chasing after anything; rather, I was running away from things, people, feelings, associations, even myself. I had this belief that I was nobody-even lesser than ordinary and my greatest fear was that people will discover this in me and recoil. The idea of running was not exactly a deliberate action on my part. I probably had…Continue
Tough times come and leave me wrung.
Troubles take over and leave me under.
Disappointments hover and make me cower.
But through it all,
I've learnt to make myself fit for all circumstances;
To walk through crannies and along wide spaces
And come out hurt but strong.