I have a dear friend who is very much like my husband. One of the qualities she and Matt have in common is their knack for trying to fit in 57 things in the time available for 33 things. It is a quality that is both endearing and challenging for a spouse.
She recently asked me if I ever felt like I was being dragged along in Matt's wake. My immediate thought was, "No." But it's an interesting metaphor that I've thought about frequently in the weeks since she first posed the question. Today, while "Actively Monitoring," I had an opportunity to put this together in my head and jot it down a line at a time during my brief foot/leg rests.
Slipstream
Pulling me along
In your wake
We fly over waves
Ferocious and free
Wind on my face
Lightening speed
My heart races
Excitement and fear
Exhaustion's undertow
Pulling down
My legs kick faster
Cramping and sore
Always checking
Looking back
You never leave.
My partner in pain.
In quiet waters
You reach out
My hand in yours
Contentment and rest
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A perfect partner for you.
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