Meant To.

• Dhanvi Hada, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2018

I know the feeling of anticipation of the team, as they get ready.
I know the sound of a broken bone as one little thing goes wrong.
I know the smell of chalk, rubbing against my hands.
I know the sight of accomplishment, as someone sticks the landing.
I know the touch of my hands, full of blisters, on the bar.
I know the pain, I know sometimes I don’t know what to do but this is what I have to do, what I need to do.