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One Track Mind


I cannot breathe

Sweat dripping down your face

The finish line is the place 

I must go there

I look around 

Hear the sound

Of all my teamates and coaches

Cheering me on

I must go on

I can't make it

I'm slowing down, I need to stop 

I cannot breathe

These negative thoughts, brush them away

I can do this, and I will

I do this for my team

For my self 

Just one more lap, time to sprint Megan

Give it your everything

Leave it all on the track 

The final straightaway 

Pass as many girls as you can

And in a moment, I am done

I passed the finish line

And immediately, I start crying

Overwhelmed with emotions and pride

My body hurts, I'm breathing hard

But I did it

Mile time: 5 minutes, 54 seconds

Teammates rush over

Showered in hugs and high fives

Coach is proud

I look in the crowd

To find my parents' joyious expression

I did it

Good job, Megan

 

 

 

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