You will end these miles on your knees,
scraping through glass and what glitters
that isn’t gold like they said.
You will pick through it anyway,
hoping the next piece is solution,
Not long past a milemarker,
you will simply give way, flatten
your body to the ground
exhausted by all the false
expectations and trial of
working So Damned Hard.
As the shards pierce and mold your skin,
sleep will come and, with it, surrender.