The aftermath

Of a relay

In a pre-

Determined race

With a gilded baton

Seamlessly

Changing hands

For years

I longed to "go home".

Stomping ground of

A happy childhood

Countless fun times

Important life lessons

Pampering, privilege

Family, friends

Acquaintances, foes…

to find oneself
In the public eye

With little

To show for it

Is to invite

A scrutiny

That can scar

Scare and set

Noses wrinkling and

Tongues wagging.

Encourage someone today.

Look past

Present circumstances 

And see the possibilities

In their near

Or distant future.

Though I'm tempted to downgrade her to a Kerry. Or perhaps even a Kim, as she was that clueless...

Preach the gospel

But divide the Word!