Pressure Poem by Alice Kwan

The day is coming when the race is on
Fear reflects against my eyes.
Breathing fast, when the day has yet to come
Everyone saying there nothing to worry about
but its me, what are they thinking?
My mind throws away their comments replacing them with
worries and past failures.
I quickly shut my eyes, letting those images go like a sunset,
slowly i move past the nightmares
but now eyes still closed all i see is darkness and me.
Deep breath, the day is here, my mind still in darkness
my thoughts all blank.
I cannot find it in myself to give any encouragement
i am all alone, swiftly i pull back the black letting images settle in.
The pressure is on, deep breath, deep breath, deep breath
deep breath, deep breath..............A flash of white beams down as if i were on a stage, no more chances to take any breaths
i move so i may present my dance. My dance of running.
Running faster and faster the wind threw my hair and the embrace of a finish line. Gun shot, and were off running like wild animals
but then i trip, falling like a broken tree, i look to see the animals running embracing the finish line. While i am alone.
Pressure has won this round.