Going for the Gold (Dreams on ice)

Snow falls on my tongue.
Cold air my feet are numb.
Wind blows I begin to shake, as I skate upon the lake.
Dreams I have can be achieved, to be the best for all to see.
Jumping high, I’m ten feet tall.
Picking myself up when I fall.
Spinning around, I’m feeling weak.
Can’t find the words to even speak.
Too tired to think, I try again, one more time then I’ll head in.
Snow falls harder I begin to cry.
Catch my breath and visualize.
Practice hard, don’t give up because the gold means so much.

Kathleen Opalinski
spiders_mistress@hotmail.com


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