I take the cold walk to my car
Even when a friend offers a ride
I decline,
I need the walk
I need to think...
My breathing haggard
Lungs struggle for air,
Head hung low with defeat
from the match I lost.
I was doing so well
Till my breathing stopped.
My chest had stiffened
My throat had closed.
I knew this was the end
Just like it was the games before.
I walked away in shame,
As coaches asked what happened
With no breathe to explain
Why my body gave up,
I lifted my hand
Deeply shaded in purple
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 9:56 PM UTC
I take the cold walk to my car
Even when a friend offers a ride
I decline,
I need the walk
I need to think...
My breathing haggard
Lungs struggle for air,
Head hung low with defeat
from the match I lost.
I was doing so well
Till my breathing stopped.
My chest had stiffened
My throat had closed.
I knew this was the end
Just like it was the games before.
I walked away in shame,
As coaches asked what happened
With no breathe to explain
Why my body gave up,
I lifted my hand
Deeply shaded in purple