Thursday, March 5, 2009


I inhale deeply standing on the start line.

Only thinking of my one goal in mind.

Push when the gun goes off,

and run as hard as I can.

My feet eating up the ground before me,

Like an oyster digging sand.

BANG! It is time to go!

These girls will not beat me, heavens no.

I will not allow such a thing.

I widen my stride and push faster.

Then happiness hits me like a tide.

I made it to the finish line.

I am the master!