The storm comes closer as she starts to sprint.
It moves into her heart and mind, winning
By forcing, harder, so that she can’t win.
The sound can break the silent swimming.
No longer breathing, but no need to gasp;
A kick to the stomach throws her down under
The water, but she needs to make the pass.
Aware that they can not afford a blunder,
The strength comes suddenly, a lion’s roar
To fight the lightning, and to prove her worth,
She muscles to control the ball and – Score!
It’s the most beautiful sound on this whole earth.
Sometimes it’s hard to fight for what you’ve earned;
The final outcome holds what you deserve.
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