The Meet Poem by Russell Aydelotte

The day of the meet
I was shaking down to my feet
nervous
afraid
that I wouldn't place
It was my turn to throw
I had to relax
this is my life
this is my best
I pick up a discus
and I start concentrating
I need to throw farther than 180
I wind up to spin
I let loose the rage
the disc only went 108

It's not my best
I can throw 121
I guess I got a slingshot for an arm
I didn't place
but I know I tried
all that matters to me
is that I know I tried.