Nerves buzz through my bare skin, touching the air

All the best friends gossiping, chattering

Frigid, icy water dripping through our hair

Across the start line, girls are scattering

The gun is unsheathed, a spark in the heat

Suddenly a precise BOOM! fills the air

Heavy breathing, ponytails, pounding feet

Flying fast and high, feel the wind through my hair

But I no longer have no time to lose

Eager, watchful eyes tracing our progress

My heart says I can no longer choose

It feels like I’m running in my prom dress

But it no longer matters; yes, the high

Because the victory was never mine.