you don’t know adrenaline until lights are in your face

your fear of demise is soaring like ice in your veins

your heart sounds like trills

and you can’t hear anything but your attempts to calm your breath

Anxiety pills

they can’t drown out the sounds of the crowds








your chest is out and your heart is thumbing so loud

sounds of the met fills up your breath


your flag is your arm

an extension of your soul and your mind

pressure disappears

you forget about the drama and the stress of it all

all that matters is the sound of the wind as it calls


toes pointed

you feel feel as though you are anointed

this is meant to be

show them something to see


judges and eyes

the man speaks but my eyes must stay to the sky

he calls “failure” to me

so I try my best

the best I can be


the counts are over

the crowd roars like thunder

my flag soars in its beauty in wonder

I finished

nothing is better than this

you feel as though you are as good as you wished


  • Author: Aals (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 18th, 2017 12:24
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is a poem that I wrote about color guard and our competition we had over the weekend :))
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Alex Arnot

    Interesting to see a poem about dancing and performing. Reminds me of the couple plays I did when I was a kid. And the structure definitely captures the feeling of the preparation and execution. Specifically when you break the lines with the single words. Great job!

    • Aals


    • izzo

      I can relate to this;)

      • Aals

        lol i figured

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