My Spikes
Waiting in anticipation of that single gun shot
palms sweaty as we line up to start
all falls silent
all I hear is the sound of my racing heart
all I feel is the adrenaline rushing through my legs
shaking arms I look up ready to depart from the starting line
On your mar,
Get set,
Go.
Racing around the first corner
putting lighting to shame
I have my spike to thank
I pass girls as if beating them was easy
I have my spikes to thank
my hearing come to reality
the crowd, the announcer, the click-clack on the track, my deep breaths fill my ears
I have my spikes to thank