Here I am.
Just me and this gym.
Hands pounding,
Arms sore,
Heart throbbing for glory.
This is my story.
I wanted to go higher
Every single time.
The height,
The momentum,
It was thrilling,
I was willing.
To feel the
Air forced into my face,
To feel the sense of
Accomplishment
After the fast pace.
I always wonder,
Why did the glory have to end.
When I fell,
Why couldn't I stand again?
Nothing was broken,
Nothing was hurt,
Nothing except my confidence
To just try and try again.
I didn't want it to end.
The gold could've been right at
My finger tips.
But this is what makes my story.
I had fought for my glory.
But it just wasn't enough.
June 23, 2010
