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succeed
Contributed by
PInkmannie
on
Friday, 19th March 2004 @ 04:05:31 PM in AEST
Topic:
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the rush I feel
as I step up to the line
the tension I feel all over
I wish the moment was
over already, but at the same
time I never want it to end
the weight of the pole feels
heavier than ever before
as if it weighs fifty pounds-
I shake out my arms one last time
and get in one last hop
the ground is hard like a pile of rocks-
the people are shouting at me
and cheering for me, but I only
hear the faintness of their voices
as though they are miles away
they sound like the wind blowing by my ears
I go, running at first picking up
speed as I go, sprinting now
the pole’s in the pit and I
jump into the air
I fly closer and closer to the bar
“I’m gonna make it”…
but I don’t
I fall right on the bar,
caught it with my foot
it feels like falling off the bike
when first learning how to ride
shaken by that attempt I don’t
want to go again, but I know
my name will be called again
in a minute-
I hear my name
I step up to the line
for the second time
not wanting to humiliate
myself again I try to focus harder
I shake out my arms to loosen them and
hop like the previous time to relax my legs
from the tension in them that feels like
someone is binding my legs together
tightly with a rope-
but this time is different
I don’t feel nervous
I glance over at my friends
they’re all cheering for me
but they look like moorages-
I glance at the bar
it doesn’t seem so high this time
I look down at my feet
I tell myself that it’s time to go
I have to do it, don’t hesitate
I start to run
getting faster and faster
working up to my sprint
as quickly as possible
I’m sprinting now
faster than I’ve ever sprinted before
the pole’s in the pit now
and I have jumped into the air
I keep my grip firm,
almost like clutching for my life
while hanging off of a cliff,
so I don’t slip
I’m getting closer to the bar-
no thoughts are going through my head
my mind is blank
all I know is what I see in front of me-
I’m over the bar now
all that’s left is pushing the pole back
so it doesn’t hit the bar
still suspended in the air
not thinking-just doing
like instinct
I push my pole back
with all my might-
I hit the mat
face down
the mat smells like I do
being rained on and blown over by the wind
a musky smell like an attic in an old house-
I don’t know if the bar fell or not
I flip over as fast as I can
I see it, the bar is still up
I made it
I want to do a flip on the mat
but don’t
I raise my arms in triumph
I step off the mat
and run to my friends and teammates
they are all proud of me
I am proud of me
I did it-
I now hold the
Clinton Pole Vault
record for girls
I now will see my name
up on the wall of the gym
with all the people everyone
tries to live up to
I did it-
now I’m up there
now people will try to do what
I did.
Copyright ©
PInkmannie
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2004-03-19 16:05:31]
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Re: succeed
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by Kie on
Friday, 19th March 2004 @ 11:19:49 PM AEST
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| Bravo! What an accomplishment to be proud of. Enjoyed this poem immensely. Welcome to YPDC...Hope you like it here... Kie |
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