Millions of eyes watching, the world around.
Knew she would blow it if she fell to the ground.
Shows great grace as she prepares for this elegant war
Has to be better than last night’s score

Years of training yet it all comes up to this,
A simple routine leading up to a triple twist.
The ice calls her name.
Her coach says “Get your head in the game!”

“Focus”, she said as she let out a deep s i g h,
The ice was gleaming as she stepped forward onto that cold, rigid sky.
The music started up, she flew like a bird.
Every time she spun, her vision was blurred.

She was just moments away from the triple twist.
“Jump, twist, d



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she repeats to herself, “jump, twist-“
She FORGOT her cue. What would she do?
Improvise until the next verse, that was so far! Oh pooh!

“Oh what the heck,” she thought “Go for it!”
She composed the twist perfectly, landed it, and headed for the pit.
She spent a long time in Sochi, many nights, many dawns.
For she had not come out on top with only a bronze.