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