Cross Country: A Free Spirit
The fall air filling my body with adrenaline, I stand at the starting line
The intense look in my eyes, focus flowing through my body
That medal I so wanted to be mine
The gun fired, I was off, zooming by everyone looking to get the glory
I set my pace as my spirit of the race pushed and urged me forward
Runners beside me rushed behind me as I tried to make my own story
The halfway point, this is the place that I make my dream reality
I lift my heart and fuel my fury
My body, my trustworthy cavalry
I reach that ending rush of emotion, getting a glimpse of the finish line
My body kicking into an entirely different gear of abnormality
The rush of emotions, the wind hitting me, I began sprinting
Faster than I ever had in my entirety
I pass 5, 6, 7 people as I stop and look up panting
I see the medal and take it, I now I placed my name in immortality
I smile sitting down thinking of my victory
And I looked over, seeing that I had made my team proud.