By Rida Sayyed
I was going down the winding road,
knowing I was bound to fall.
But knowing there would be a ribbon awaiting me
at the finish line, where my dad could be glancing at his watch,
I had to run.
I tripped and fell--who tripped me?
I didn’t see her face; it was blurred.
she passed through me like a wind, knocking me off,
I sat, figuring out what went wrong--
my knees scraped; my palm had scratches
from stones that embedded in my skin.
Soon I stood tall and ran once again.
I was getting out of breath,
my throat deprived of water; my feet blistered.
I waited to catch calm’s refreshing breath,
which was running away from me,
filling my thoughts with arguments
I didn’t want to hear.
I closed my eyes, took deep breaths.
Then soon I heard birds singing,
Blocking the voices from my head.
I ran and then started walking,
my feet hurt too much,
I whispered to myself, “I’m done.”
there’s a ribbon, I could see.
I started running, feeling hope
fill my soul to the brim.
But I saw that ribbon cut off by the guy I didn’t know.
Hope shattered from a person I didn’t even know.
But there’s my dad; I could see him.
Spreading his arms for me,
His smile as wide as the sun
just risen from the dawn.
His eyes filled with pride,
and mine filled with tears.
I ran to him, sobbing, saying,
“I tried my best.
He quoted a phrase I’ll never forget:
“You are great because you challenged a race
in which you knew you’d stumble along the way”
By Rida Sayyed
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