I don’t feel like this poem belongs to me. It belongs to my mom and my friends. It belongs to you and your struggles. We’re all in this thing called life, living parallel to one another, at times crisscrossing paths as we do our best to navigate the turns. I implore you, don’t lose sight of where you’re headed. Sometimes eating something new for breakfast can be a welcome change. The key is to recognize the opportunity to seize the deliciousness of the moment.
–Leanne Rebecca
She's in Prison 
I like the way you throw the cereal in there at the end. I hate running (and don’t do it), but the poem is about so much more than running, and as usual, you’ve done a great job with the medium and the message.
Thanks Cheryl! I only recently started running, mostly to get ready for a 5k I did with my family last week. But I suppose I’m hooked now!
I have all the respect in the world for you. You go, girl!
Great poem and inspiring words afterwards. I particular enjoyed your “deliciousness of the moment”. Thanks for dropping by my poetry. I will check more of yours out.
You’re so welcome! Thank you.
I wanted more here… do you write short stories too??? you should! this is an excellent start to a novel, novella, whatever…. 🙂
I used to exclusively write prose actually! Thank you so much. I will think about expanding it!
Then ending part, the “cereal” that was fun, even through me off guard. Nice. And nice after prologue you wrote about the unity of family and friends.
Thank you!
sorry.” threw me off”