Fourward by Ethan Roland
You’ve been trying at this for so long
Every day, week, hour you struggle for it
Four years, unceasing unbroken
Who could blame you for feeling unhinged?
But you’re so close now
And doesn’t the marathoner feel the most broken nearest to the end?
The best victories are so often foreshadowed by an air of defeat
Perhaps struggle is the foil surrounding our just deserts
A necessary evil so the end tastes all the more sweet
Ethan Roland is a scientist and dabbler-in-the arts working out of Atlanta, GA. He can most commonly be found taking long car trips and leaving coffee stains on wooden desktops.