Bronze, silver, gold
What a shiny mess of coins
To pay for the trauma I didn't sign up for
Buried deep within my treasure chest of insecurities and fear
Lay the memories of a sport I once held dear
The pain I was told to endure
What he said would only show up in a race
But was thrown in my face on a daily basis
A nobody until September's practice meet
All of a sudden I had potential
And coach was certain he could drag it out of me
Even at the expense of losing love and stability
The kids who stared when I beat the trio at the race
All of a sudden praised
But not for me
Just a number ingraved
A placement holder for the girls who passed the finish line
Faster than others
#2 in line
But what about me?
Not a wave in sight
But what did it matter
"Why interact if she's mute and shy"
Laughing when it was convenient
Called out when it was absurd
Not willing to speak
For fear of my words being twisted and thrown at me to make me hurt
Afraid to look at anyone
It was clear I wasn't liked
Just a statistic on the roster
Run to make the team look like it was doing alright
And the races that followed
And the people who came and went
Who thought I was a follower
Even though I was lonely and wept
I became the embodiment of a medal
An inanimate object
Judged solely for outside status
Rather than the material I was made out of
And like a medal
My value eventually wore off
Nothing preventing this medal from being tossed into a shoebox to gather dust and lose its touch
Written on: Feb 25, 2021
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☆Faith☆ (A Series Of Poems)
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