Aching to win
Fearing to lose
We start
Yet paralyzed
No movement
No wind
Only to finish
First
We start
Yet paralyzed
Not true
Not you
Not me
Even them
Paralyzed
But we started
Wind moves
With us
Fearing to lose.
Paralyzed by the fear of losing. Nerves getting the better of us, but we start anyway. I like the repition in this, the poem itself feels as if it is moving. Really nice.
Well now , so many words to write. So let’s write em . Xoxox Holly
I would like to acknowledge my wonderful teenage ( she is now 24 ) daughter..she has takin all the photos I use.She has c.. more..