Flung To and Fro
I feel shiny and new,
ready to start the dawning day.
Anticipation builds.
The goal is to get a new high score today,
to show yesterday’s score
how much better I am now.
I start off racing –
at least as fast as yesterday –
but my initial path garners fewer points.
No problem,
I can make it up.
But slamming into each obstacle
seems to knock me off course
instead of bouncing me higher.
Discouragement slows me down,
and I fall helplessly, unrescuably
down into the darkness.
Round two can be better.
It was just an off morning.
Bruised and battered,
ready to make up for my loss,
I get in place for the send off.
I race as fast as I can,
but I know I’m slower than I was.
I stretch for every possible point,
but it’s no use.
How will I ever reach a score
that proves yesterday wasn’t just luck?
Desperation makes me sloppy,
and I fall helplessly, unrescuably
down into the darkness.
The pressure is on for this final round.
It’s my last chance.
The lights and sounds are celebratory
as I garner points,
but I can’t celebrate yet –
not until I prove I can be my best.
One more miscalculation,
yet another mistake today,
and I fall helplessly, unrescuably
down into the darkness.
Today’s score is a pittance
in comparison to yesterday.
I’ll never get a second chance
after this poor display.
Everyone now knows how worthless I am,
how low I score.
But wait.
I’m returned to the starting position.
Who would take a chance on me?
This time, as I race up the shoot,
I glide on the confidence and kindness
extended to me.
An unexpected chance to try again.
My score might not always be the highest,
but maybe that doesn’t matter
as much as I thought.
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