My Silent Inspiration
By Yusuf M
The day it was announced first,
it was received
on the last day of school,
was the beginning of inspiration.
It sits there today,
wondering its existence,
in a golden suit
and a red front.
I look at it,
remembering my position,
on how I was
encouraged
by this old trophy.
Now it is sleeping,
and never wakes up,
ever again.