Speed

Speed

That’s who I am

Or at least who I want to be

 

I stand at the line

My heart racing

Waiting

Breath after breath

For the sound that will set me free

 

Then BANG

The gun sounds

And I’m off

As fast as I’m able

Looking

Searching

Praying

For speed

 

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

The clock mocks me

Moving my target further and further

Every second gone is one that won’t return

Why has speed left me?

Why has it found someone else?

 

When it returns to me

I feel alive

Victory is found

When it leaves me

I feel lost

Hollow

I’m not myself

 

Records can fall

Titles can be won

But without speed

I don’t care

That tiny medal

Will soon be on the shelf

Forgotten

And alone

As I search again

Relentlessly

Painfully

For speed

This poem is about: 
Me

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