Anxiousness is in my heart, as I run into a new race,
I shake with ambition but, try to run on the right pace.
I look at myself with scrawny arms, and weak muscles,
Trying to gain the older girls victories,
Of a varsity time I try to defeat.
I go into my second mile,
With new hopes, dreams and goals set to be strived.
I smile at all the laughter I am retrieving,
From the friends who are believing.
I beat my goals with a smile on my face,
Knowing there is more to come in the next 2 years
I have to keep on pace.
I go on to my third mile,
With nervousness in every step I take,
Trying to be a perfectionist, but knowing everything at stake.
I stress over the test that I’m faced with,
Trying to keep everything together,
But knowing my life is based on faith.
I stride my fourth mile,
With tears that seem to pile.
I breathe very slightly
As if every breath I take is lightly.
I cross the finish line out of breath,
Realizing my time has come to its death,
To all the memorize that I suddenly realize I have left.
As I switch my running shoes to my cap and gown,
I leave the laces of them unfolded,
To represent the true me that has finally been molded.
When they hear my name being chanted,
I hope society doesn’t take me for granted.