Predispositioned to Resolution
The last four years of basic education Have served as a solid foundation Onto which I build the life I possess. In this poem, I will attempt to address How high school and athletics are synonymous, Even if they’re categorized as autonomous. For me, school has been a game. Each year I overcame Any obstacle or doubt thrown in the way. The first year, my endurance at bay. The expectations of my opponent are unknown, And as we struggle to connect, it seems that I am alone. The tenth year is the turning point, As the player’s mindsets become joint. It was one class that pushed to the bounds Just as I run more and my heart pounds. I realize how much I can handle; who I can take on. By the end of the eleventh year, I have already drawn A simple map of where I see myself going. The eighty minutes are almost over and I find myself knowing That I am mentally and physically committed To accomplish what is justifiably permitted. The referee blows his whistle. Graduation is our celebration of dismissal. The game is over; there is nothing more I could’ve done. The last four years have passed; it’s been a long run. I can’t change what happened, but I can improve The unnecessary mistakes I remove I look towards the next game without turning back, Always preparing for the next attack. |