The Race
By Sabine B
[not published yet]
Reaching, breathing, determined.
Hoping this will be the one,
Legs kicking, arms moving,
Driving forward.
As tenacious as a tiger,
As the water rushes past me,
My hand presses against the wall.
My feet touch the ground.
I look around.
Have I done it?
First or second?
Heart races.
Waiting.
Gold.