it was my life
jumping and spinning
perfecting the movements
mediocrity won’t suffice
a routine
perfectly crafted
practiced for hours
a chance
for my hard work
to be recognized
a jump
a perfect spin
a landing
the approach
a jump
a spin
but no landing
my broken blades
lay on the ice
by my side
as the crowd gasped
those gasps
hurt more
than the fall
forcing a realization
that my dream
would never be
completed,
paramedics,
ambulance ride,
doctors,
condolences,
apologies,
they helped
until
i heard their words
uncensored,
disappointed,
disgusted
“waste of talent”
“replaceable”
“insignificant”
it was true
it just hurt to know
that i wasn’t
the only one