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Without Gold

Before the starting gate
you threw up,
and heard the announcers call results;
as if they were mocking you.

Two turns away
you shut your eyes,
and tried to pretend
that there were no butterflies
in your stomach.

The second before the bell rung
and you shot out,
you realized that this is what your life
has been all about.
Everything,
has come down to

This.
Three quarters of a second
on the hill,
you push yourself further,
because this is all
that you’ve ever wanted.

One millisecond from the finish line,
and you know that you won.
You’ve skied like a god;
people know where you’re from.

Thirty seconds of solo glory
as you stand before the world,
arms raised.

You became a champion today.

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Wonderful poem. Brings back

Wonderful poem.

Brings back the memories of triumph and glory from the Olympics.

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November-December 2011 Issue: Youthink Magazine