Here we are back again.
A few weeks ago I had my feet on the starting blocks.
Never knew I was even a part of the race.
Coach called me in to participate.
The gun raised, runners set.
Force meets powder, igniting the starting sound.
I take the lead, running towards the finish line.
Hurdles placed on the track.
Some I take with ease.
Others I barely clear.
With a few more strides to cross the line, I trip.
I fall bursting into a million pieces.
My heart laying on the track, exposed to thousands.

The words “Game Over” come up on the screen.
The game is reset.
My feet back on the blocks.
Waiting to begin the race.