Thursday, March 5, 2009

Runner


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!