One True Object

The magnificent shines off that prize
The reflection of pride sparkles in the mirror
I take a deep breath;
The crowd goes wild
When I step on that stage.

But that prize sits there
So humble
As I turn, leap and jump
Waiting for it to choose me…

I hold my head high
As it hangs around my neck
I feel my achievement
Swaying side to side.

The gold glows in the moonlight
As I leave the competition
Leave my sweat on the floor
Leave the roar of the crowd
Proud.