Once again, the starting blocks
make me wish I would've stretched;
causing me to be more limber
and, the race not so far-fetched.
It's quiet at the beginning
the sounds of silence rush my ears,
and, I know from other examples
how to disregard my fears.
It's so lonely when you listen
to the blood run through your veins,
causing a dizziness so blinding
only pain, and regret remains.
Afterwards, that burn does seem to fade
bringing the finish-line into sight;
affording sheer determination
to aid my finishing with all my might.
But, should my footsteps falter
or, I'm forced to veer outside;
I will run then, with that much more
fury, to compensate my stride.
Then, the knowledge will rush over me
that I did tackle every "test";
and, through it all I persevered
knowing I truly tried my best.
Too often there are circumstances
sent by fate, to impede our way,
but, we'll be judged on courage
by what we do....not, what we say.
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This poem.
This poem should be on the door as you leave the dressing room for the track or field, it's such a motivational piece. But also it could be about life. Great write...Regards Roscoe..