Leaping Shadows

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In life's race, I lace my shoes tight,
Hurdles rise like shadows in morning light.

First leap, a question, do I dare try?
I soar, leaving doubt behind in the sky.

Next, whispers of failure, storms of pain,
I push through the tempest, dance in the rain.

Chasms of loss, deep valleys of grief,
Hope bridges the gap, offering relief.

Final hurdle, a mirror of fears,
I shatter the glass, wiping away tears.

Each leap a story, a step, a flight,
In hurdling life's obstacles, I find my light.