How would I describe the past week? In total.....It was a lot of running! From training for track, the actual race, trying to meet deadlines, and going from place to place.....yah it was like non stop running!
Work was also a race! Trying to keep up with orders that were flying in! Mother's Day is always the worse! I guess no ones Mom was cooking, so we had to do the cooking instead. It was okay I guess. The night flew by, and didn't go on forever like it normally does, but when I got home....
I was done!
I stared into the mirror, and the weekend really showed on me! My eyes were baggy, I was very tan, my shoulders were burnt, I was a little scratched. I wondered, "who is this girl that I'm looking at?" And then I wrote this poem which I thought was pretty awesome, so I'm going to share it with you!
Ready to Fly!
Who is this girl I am looking at?
Not exactly who her parents see!
She is not all happy, innocent, or blissful as can be.
Who am I looking at?
Not what strangers see!
She is not all wild, withdrawn, or quite like a tree.
What face peers back at mine?
She’s not all gentile, or all shy.
That strange girl looking at me,
Who is that girl who mirrors me?
She stands as if frozen,
yet ready to leap!
Not as tall as a mountain,
Or as low as a creek.
Not as skinny as a cricket,
Yet not fat like a bull,
Not as muscular as Goliath,
Yet not as weak as a colt.
She is not like most girls,
That is fairly plain to see.
She does not adore i-phones or MP3’s,
She spends her time running,
Searching for clues,
Hoping they will lead her to something new.
A new version of herself,
One that is easy to define,
One that she can unlock,
One that no one can bind!
One without restrictions,
One that is more free,
One that is a woman,
who can be anything!
Be that an explorer, firefighter, vet, or humanitarian aid,
Soldier, writer, artist, dancer, or a staff at an arcade!
The possibilities are endless,
And she knows she is strong!
She is ready to pull out the warpaint,
And put it all on!
She knows she can be anything!
No matter what people say.
She will ignore the social norms,
And stigmas in her way.
Doubt is but a pebble now,
Fear is only a fly,
Pain does not matter,
Because this girl is about to fly!












