400 Meter Relay || Gabriel Maybank
Settled in at the start, everything up to now
preparation, perspiration, concentration, meditation
lingers
the practice, the hurt and pain
you are suppose to be ready to embrace
given it should come down to it
oh, the psyche of those who spent countless hours
in training for one certain desirable outcome
but four equals one today
one mind, one body, one heartbeat, one desire
blistered fingers plastered against chalk
feeling the rubble of the track
a track that you’ve gotten lost in
bending its corners time and time again
its just another race they say
but “they” are not dressed for this occasion
its all on you
the muscles flex and remember their positions
your body sways with the wind as it remits
charismatic breaths
into the core of what was once an empty shell
you exhale its confident, free-flying spirit
Sparks exit from the sidelines
the signal of now or never
the eruption of ‘I AM’, like a cosmic bang
chasing the only thing that ever stood in the way
...Me
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