Chapter 33 : Poetry : That dreamy gold medal

Always good but never the best ♡

I stand there, after all I could,

Longing for recognition for once,

I hear the cheers, the name that’s called,

But it’s never mine, though I gave it my all.

I chase the gold, I run miles for it,

But always find myself at second place,

Or even worse, no prize at all,

The medals gleam, they pass me by,

I reach for them, but they slip from my sky.

I’m good, they say, I’m bright, they say,

But never enough to touch the light.

I’ve learned the rules, I play the game,

Yet no one remembers my quiet name.

I’ve held the silver, I’ve felt the bronze,

But the gold is what my heart longs for.

And in the silence, after the fight,

I wonder if I’ll ever shine that bright.

How many times can I stand in line,

Watching others claim what I thought was mine?

How many ways can I prove my worth,

Before I break beneath all?

I am the echo, not the sound,

The runner-up, forever bound

To watch, to wait, to almost be

What others see so easily.

I can sing but I am never the best singer, 

I can dance but I am never the best dancer,

I can paint but I am never the best artist,

I can run, speak, write and do it all,

But I never am the room's best.

But still, I rise, again and again,

To fight a battle I someday hope to win.

For maybe one day, I’ll hold the prize,

And see myself through different eyes.

One day that gold medal will be mine,

I will work hard and work for it to come.