My event is called the Frostbite as opposed to the full distance race following mine that is the Frosty. I will do just a 400 metre pool swim and then straight out in my wet tri suit, over which I will throw a sports coat before leaving the building via the fire exit for a 5km run. The event starts at 7am and even for somebody as slow as myself, should all be over in under an hour. Forecast is cold but maybe sunny.
Restored by Destruction
Trying to keep an open mind
no matter what each day brings
My world changes without so
much as a by your leave
No two days are the same, as
if controlled by invisible things
Like a giant digging me up,
plans and all, with one big heave.
A phantom gardener with a
massive shovel swinging madly
Am I just a troublesome
patch of weed now to be eradicated?
The ground quaking under my
feet as he considers me sadly
Have I done something
unforgivable, must I be annihilated?
Root cause must be uncovered
my devil gardener has decided
Towing a recognised
acceptable line is what my life has not got
The evil giant and I have a
battle royal since we are divided.
I am in a space resembling a
fairground corridor of mirror halls
Each day changes reflection
with every turn when the facets
Show just fractured shards
of my kaleidoscopic prism squalls
No simple search to find
inner turned on a sixpence hidden assets.
For change to something more
settled searching eyes are fixed
For horizons stretched ahead
in heat haze images fragmented
Beaten by pest controllers’
hoe, power and determination mixed
Just fractions of my spirit
and thought here and there segmented.
Deep inside me I am still stock
of one of the hardiest of perennials
Hacking back to gain control
of uncertain unfathomable abuse
Results in restorative
empowering of a buttercup strength biennial
Un-bowed and un-submitting
to show new power against miss use.
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