Paper Cut This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   That first step into the gym,

a glimpse

dozens of faces

anonymous and strange.

I wonder who will make the cut.

Will I?



The coach in the corner

watches with the keen eye of a hawk.

Her eyes focus on me.

I tense up as I see the look on her face.

She's watching. Show her what you've got,

I think to myself.



Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday.

I wonder whether I will be around after cuts.

Will I be one of the lucky few to

make the team?



Friday,

try-outs end.

Coach says, "Names will be posted.

Good luck."



After tripping on the front step

to the holy building,

I dash to that sacred piece of paper

which I hope holds my name.

Breathing heavily,

I round the corner

and see the sheet of paper

in the distance on the wall.

I run so fast that I slam my body

against the hard red bricks.

Slowly

I start to scan the list

for my name.

Two thirds of the way down

I see it,

staring back at me in bright blue ink.




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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kzimblis said...
Mar. 14, 2011 at 10:14 am
I think you have a wonderful piece the word i liked was sacred. Also I liked the sentence "I run so fast I slam my body".
 
mikey123 said...
Oct. 13, 2010 at 10:10 am
That was a very well writtin poem
 
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