Race Of Possibility - Poem by Meinthis Littlecorner
Nerves are slowly building up
I jump up and down three times
Try to forget about everything and focus on what's mine
I slowly walk up to the starting line
And think 'Oh Sophia everything will be just fine.'
I wait anxiously for the gun to roar
and finally it's my time to soar!
Right when I pick up my leg everything is suddenly okay
I run for Him and nothing more
Pouring myself on to the track floor
The finish line is coming near
I kick it up and it's suddenly clear
That if I want to win I need to face my fears
I hear the crowd cheer
Along with the stars in the heavenly night sky
I feel God by my side
My legs become my mind
I glide past my competitors in a graceful sprint
I cross over the line and it feels like God just gave me a hint,
That if I believe, then I can certainly succeed!
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