This is it. My hopes, my dreams.
Everything lies in the minute.
My last 4 years of practice,
Four years of sheer hard work and determination.
I readied myself. The tension was rising.
Slowly, I knelt down. Atmosphere, exhilarating.
I held my breath. The entire stadium fell silent.
Ready,
Get set..
BANG!
My muscles burst off into locomotion.
The years of practice ingrained in my head,
the muscle memory developed in my legs.
Everything burst forth as I sprinted down the track.
Nothing would stand in my way.
Nothing at all.
Only fire burned in my eyes,
the overwhelming tenacity
of winning first place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Daryl, from 4 years to one minute, you've captured it well here, nice write. Frank