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Smiling
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since 2007-05-27

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Barbados

0 posted 2007-05-28 12:11 PM

“Runners, Take your marks! Get Set! PAX!”

with the sound of the gun my heart skipped a beat ,

it was always the race before mine that made me insecure,

the butterflies in my stomach were beginning to soar!

        I got up to jog around to keep my body warm ,

but even with all that preparation I knew I could not save my confidence ,

because truly how could you save what you never had?

I crossed paths with my rival things were looking bad, .

It was a Saturday night , 200m open men’s qualifying round ,

here I was at 16 racing against men,

my head and my heart sank to the ground ,

it seemed uncanny ,how I now hated Saturday nights

, I had always hated Saturday nights since the first of January ,

the first day of the track season ,and the first day of my fight with myself

         I crouched low to the side of the track ,

that way everyone would see my back,

not that it mattered ,

because as soon as that gun goes of again it will be me who is staring at their backs.

In this corner I began to battle with my myself like I always did

“you can do this Marc!” I said to myself , but why did I have to ? If I was born 1month later I would be competing against guys my age,

curse this athletic system , curse it for barricading me from my hopes and dreams!

“No I will not let this break me! I have to fight back !”

but the system was constructed against me

and this was but a cemetery in the guise of a track

            The starter blew the whistle; “Runners to the line!”

I had an instant adrenaline rush,

it was right then and there I knew I had to leave my fears behind !

The starter called the names of the competitors ,

not that it mattered to me ,

I was simply a runt ,

no simply prey to these gigantic predators in this athletic cemetery.

Lane 6 :representing The quantum leap athletic program :Marc Burns

, it was amazing how those words brought my fear to a standstill,

I instantly sought to make the quantum leap from an outmatched teenager to a noticed competitor !

            “Runners, take your Marks”

I stretched my hamstrings and at the same time stretched my imagination ,

stretched it with expectations of victory !

I entered my blocks and relaxed my breathing and prepared my mind for the task I was taking , silently anticipating

              “Set!” I got up in the set position and I also set my eyes to the line

and I also set my mind to beating my rival’s time

               I held my breath and gathered my strength ,

my muscles were tight ,

my focus was dense



            “PAX!!” I exhaled with every bit of force my body could expound

I drove out of my blocks and my spikes left the ground

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Sunshine

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1 posted 2007-05-28 12:29 PM

And I am smiling at you, Kevin. Welcome to Passions!

Please, check your email for a very
Special Greeting!

" It matters not this distance now " Excerpt, Yesterday's Love
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KRJ

aziza
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2 posted 2007-05-28 01:12 AM

Wonderful introduction of "you", Kevin. I am smiling with you.

Welcome to PiP.

Alison

JamesMichael
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3 posted 2007-05-28 07:32 AM

Nice...James

Earth Angel
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4 posted 2007-05-28 11:20 AM

I trust that there is a part two to this exciting introductory poem! Actually, that was a cool closing!

My goodness, you described your feelings and the setting so well, that I actually felt it was I who was in the starting blocks!

Giving you a warm, welcoming hug,

Earth Angel

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