“Hard Choice, Right?”
you had it.
and your own.
everything was perfect, the drinks were flowing, the spikes were sharp
the test was easy, and you were making them proud.
but, you've lost faith in yourself again, haven't you.
the last medal to your collection is only a few months old but it feels like a lifetime ago.
when you're consistent, you don't know how good you're doing until you stop.
you can't see your own progress.
but now they look at you and they're unsure of when you'll perform again.
"oh, she used to be so good.
she used to have this shine that just pulled you in close,
she used to be so sure of herself."
now she can hardly make eye contact with people in the grocery store.
it's gotten bad.
do they make medals for trying?