The Gymnast Poem by E M Krumholtz

I breathe gymnastics.
I inhale the scent of chalk and exhale competition.
I flex, climb, fly.
I dream gymnastics.
Vaulting to mountain tops,
Swinging in arcs made of muscle and grit,
Sprinting down lanes made of practice and more practice.
I fall and get up.
I struggle with gymnastics
And then I conquer.
Gymnastics pumps through my veins
And bounds into my heart, never to leave.
Sport, art, life.
Bubbly or brawny.
Twist, double-twist, double-fisted,
I embrace gymnastics,
Arms clenched around determination,
Hands grasping the bars
Tearing success from the moment.
Athlete, Olympian, Champion.