The Treadmill (Spoken Word)

The Treadmill

It’s a New Year. Deep breath.

A crisp, fresh page.

A clean slate. Pristine.

A blank screen stares back at me. The cursor hovers over empty space—taunting.

Just a few minutes into this new rotation around the sun and the unknown becomes a shape-shifter.

Once promising, now looming, the “what could be” morphs into the predictable “what if” worry,

and I’m undone—just before the sun rises on this day, after the exodus.

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I find myself stuck between rock and deep water.

I’ve been...