In the middle
of the marathon
I’m running
all by myself.
I know
that some must be
way ahead of me
and some way behind.
At this moment
I find my road
lined up with positive cheers and support
and somehow
it feels so familiar;
as if I’m coming home.
On either side of the road
they are waving
and cheering me on
with encouraging noises.
Theirs hands are making
a roof above my head
as if hugging me
without slowing me down.
A few tears are running
down my face,
as I keep running
myself,
both of joy as the release of my pain.
The crowd is so big
that as far as I can see
it’s bright green
and familiar brown.
I’m not worried
about the finish line
although I know it’s yet
a long way.
But once I’ll be there
I’ll be happy to see
and reunited
with my tree-family.