My Gold Award Poem by Sarah Pesta

Time seems to freeze slower every second
Breaths are harder and more difficult to maintain
A checkered line, just a few feet away, pushing my limits
A few drops of sweat continue to grow and drip off my cheek

Only a foot away, my vision starts to fail me
Rays of the sun in my eyes begin to blind my eyes
Just, a few inches away from victory
I can't feel my body no more, and I collapse over the line

Minutes later, my breathing slows down
Back on the ground, eyes facing light
The rest are behind me, I gave it everything
The award in both palms, the gold trophy belongs in my hands