My First Track Medal

Anxiety fills my mind,
The smell of the track gasses me, as if I were dying.
The canteen lady old and fragile,
The pastry crunch of the sausage rolls…..
The tomato sauce drips.
The day still needed to be found,
My name yes my name is called,
Cheering and clapping, I’m presented with honour
The smile on my face is just getting bigger,
The scent of jealousy, from other expectant minds
The ribbon, soft around my neck,
Metallic bronze, shining in the hazy sunlight.
Cheeks warm as a friend's hug.
Anxiety gone, dream complete.
I am the champion!
My day is found.
Yet, my dreams continue,
Are there more days to be found in my future?