My hands to the ground
bent knees shake
chattering
heart racing with
anticipation, nerves
now,
I wait.
POP!
freedom by fire
I can not lose,
will not
as long as I am allowed
to leave the blocks.
I hope, no prey
your finger have strength
for if it does
I will become a whirlwind
out pacing competition
with every stride
winning
and taking that with which
I so strongly desire
I will hold it proudly
within the winners circle
never letting go