My muscles are tensed, mind racing
My eyes dart to the people beside me
My mouth is set in a firm line
My feet are planted solidly on the block
My ears are ready for the horn
And the horn goes off.
Cheers erupt from the stands
Feet push off of the ground
Arms pump up and down
Sweat rolls down faces
Eyes fixated on their goal
Then I see her.
Her legs are moving faster
Her arms pumping harder
Her eyes more focused
Her position slowly gaining on me
Her gold medal getting closer
Then I trip.
I stumble over my own feet
I fall to the ground
I roll over with a groan
I get back up on my feet
I turn around towards the ending line
And the ribbon tears.
Cheers erupt once again
Hands clap over and over loudly
Arms thrown up with victory
Smiles illuminate faces
Voices fill the air with excitement
And none are for me.
But nothing about me seems different
Nothing screams “I just lost!”
Nothing says failure
Nothing looks out of place
Nothing shows that I missed my goal
Or so my mirror says.
I am still a loving daughter
I am still a caring sister
I am still a supportive friend
I am still a hard-working student
I am still an emotional teenager
That I know.
It’s not my competitors I’m against
I’m not trying to beat their record
It’s not their ability I’m trying to surpass
I’m not trying to bring them down
It’s not them I’m trying to be better than
It’s me.
It’s me I’m trying to improve upon
I’m trying to beat my own timing
It’s me I’m trying to surpass
I’m trying to be better with every race
It’s me I should be focused on
Now I realize.
This is a poem that I wrote for the Commonwealth Essay Competition a week ago. I’m not a runner but this is something off the top of my head that fit the given theme 😛 (is the title appropriate?) I had really no idea what to title it so suggestions with better titles are welcome! Also, I’ve been trying to split them into paragraphs but every time I update my post the space between each paragraph disappears so it looks like a large chunk of words. I’ve resorted to bolding the first word of each paragraph. Anyone knows how to fix this?
I think it’s great. I don’t really like reading poetry, ever really, but I read yours all the way to the bottom. And I was pretty muched convinced you were a runner, I even saw it in my head and was admiring your dedication, lol. Great job chickadee!
Aww thanks a lot! 🙂
You’re welcome !