I am from the whistles and guns
by Caitlyn Jones
I am from the whistles and guns.
The spikes scraping the ground as I rip away from the white numbers
Cutting through the wind as I make my way to the end
Giving my all with every step
I am from the counts in my head.
The pulses and beats driving every move
Relying on my memory to keep me going
Depending on my team to give their all
I am from individuality.
One value I will cherish forever
Pride and joy held dear to my heart
Two things that I will always with me no matter what life throws my way
I am from appreciation.
Born of the generation with struggles and hardships
Giving up everything to watch their young succeed
All to form the generation of prosperity
I am from joined hearts.
Created like branches on a tree
Connected like pieces to a puzzle
Fixed to each other as if life would fall apart without them