I finally did it today.
Tired,
Out of breath,
Ready to collapse,
But I finished.
I've always trailed behind everyone.
But at points in which I wanted to give up,
You told me to keep going.
Stay strong.
Build endurance.
Fight and win.
I trusted you and kept you in a special place in my heart,
Whenever I struggled, I looked for those words of inspiration,
Of Hope.
Then a fight happened,
You insulted me,
Told me I could never do it,
You destroyed my pride,
Made me humble.
Did I cry? No.
Did I give up? No.
Was I furious? Yes.
How ironic.
At the finish line my friends congratulated me,
the coach gave me a pat on the back,
but you weren't there.
How weird,
In the end the one thing that kept me running.
Was the pride you helped me build and destroy.
How ironic
After everything, I only have one thing to say to you.
You built everything and destroyed it,
You assaulted not only my pride, but myself.
Then you left...
But when you left, you left me something.
You left me a blueprint and a message.
The message: You are on your own now.
The blueprint, a blueprint to self training and self reliance.
You showed my humility,
You showed the true state I was in,
You showed me who I truly was,
but you also showed me my potential.
I built on that knowledge,
and with the blueprint,
I rebuilt myself and who I am.
It is ironic.
Because at the end,
The logical thing for me to remain mad.
The logical thing for me is to hate you.
The logical thing for me is to despise you.
But it is ironic.
Because at the end,
On this hill,
Staring into the sunset,
As sweat dripped down my face,
As my heart began to calm,
As my lungs began to quieten,
As the cool winds blew past me,
On the Hill of my Victory.
At the end I only have one thing to say.
Thank You.
Thank You,
with all my honesty and integrity,
I thank you for doing what you did to me.
If you hadn't I would've never been where I am now.
So at the end,
although it is logical for me to be angry, to hate, to despise.
I nevertheless thank you.