hands like leather

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Submitted: April 30, 2017

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Submitted: April 30, 2017



Hands Like Leather

Hands like leather, dry and cracked

The smell of chalk filled the air

As I patiently waited starring ahead, I envisioned my routine.

Starring blankly at the eye-level bar all I could do was wonder. 

I wondered what it would feel like to stick the landing.

Look at the judge, Dont pick your wedgie, and salute.

Flying was such a magical thing. 

Adrenaline rushing through my veins.

Gripping, pulling, and tugging on the bar. Manipulating it to do what I needed it to do. 

Forming my hands around each move to insure I dont slip. 

Squeeze your but, squeeze your abs, squeeze your legs was all I could think as I preformed. 

I could see my coach standing nine feet below. 

Release the bar, and catch it. 

Hold on tight. 

Release the bar, Flip, and catch it. 

High bar to low bar, low bar to high bar. 

Almost done.

Flying was such a magical thing. 

Last moves I say to myself. 

Hollow your back. 3, 2, 1 let go. 

See the floor, see the ceiling twice. 

See your teamates cheering for you from the mat.

Flying was such a magical thing. 

Spot the floor. 

Stick the landing, Bend at the knee slightly. Dont move.

Hear the silence.

Hear the silence as my feet slammed the mat. 

Flying was such a magical thing. 

Little did I know, It would be my last. 

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