Better
By Tara Nicole Walker
9/7/2001
My heart beating,
In my chest –
I need to stop,
So I can rest.
Yet I press on,
Once again,
Trying to prove,
I'm better than them.
Muscles aching,
A deep thirst,
Yet I'm determined,
To come in first.
Head throbbing,
While joints creak.
I'm at the tip,
Yet another week.
I cannot stop,
For a rest.
I have to prove,
That I'm the best.
This is the drive,
Of my life.
It cuts my soul,
Like a knife.
My head says stop,
My pride says go.
Which way to turn?
I do not know.
Pushing myself,
To my limits and beyond.
Working so hard,
I do not bond.
I have to prove,
That I am better.
All the way down,
To the very letter.
This is the struggled,
That I pursue.
I often get there,
This is true.