Competition

April 16, 2010
By Anonymous

The blade of my skate cuts through the ice,
A noise, sounding much like music to me, fills my ears.

I jumping into the air,
and twirl down again.

Yes!
I think to myself,
as I pass by the judges.

I lose concentration for a while,
thinking of the audience and judges,
and suddenly I am on the ice.


Embarrassed I pick myself up again,
and continue my routine.

I concentrate now, and turn forwards into a spin.
I sit,
Then I stand,
And I lift my leg above my head.

Dizzy, I check out,
And stop with the music.

The crowd cheers,
Then I look at the judges.
All looking down at their papers,
I smile,
And gracefully skate of the ice.

The author's comments:
I am a figure skater.

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