Icy fingers cling to mine
And I cannot move them anymore
On the edge of rising beyond
The thoughts and dreams of what I’d had…
My mind goes blank
My arms seem to shorten
I cannot reach the ring

What I need to hear
I cannot say to myself
No, I can’t ask
Icy fingers around my throat
And a little boy remembers
Picked last for a game
Not invited to the party
And the look in the eyes
Of the older people
Disappointment

So **** them, all of them
Eyes willed to focus
My neck will function
My face will rise up
My hands will open
The prize will be mine