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Anna Alexandrou

The Race

Butterflies in my stomach, a blue abyss lies in front of me.
The water is still, but my heart races.
My mind is swimming through pressure and confusion.
A screaming swirl of parents, coaches and swimmers wait behind me;
The sharpness of their voices pinch my ears,
Engraving improvement and pep talks into my mind.
No room for mistakes this time;
Because it is all on me,
To do my best.
Adrenaline rushes through my veins,
I lower my goggles,
As I breath my last breath I feel my chest rise
And hear “Swimmers, take your marks, GO!”
My body hits the icy water,
And from here,
I do what I do best.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]