What we did not see
From the dark fathom
Now a moment in time
Survived as proof
We can survive

When you watch me.

You will not see me
tumbling in pieces through the desert air.
You will not see me
collapsing in tears on my parents stairs.
You will not see me
alone and desperate on the physio’s floor.

When you watch me, you will see me race.
You will see that limits are given to be
broken.

I am
not a well man,
not a madman,
nor a bad man.

But how else could I repent
without a sin to confess.