Defeat ran over

She lays on the ground, listless in defeat
Her heart is screaming, aching with every beat
How does she go on, how does she move
No attempt to try would be how she would lose.

She stumbles to her knees, panting her breath
Sweat beads form from her brow down to her breast
With wobble she rises, one foot on the ground
Her head high again she looks at the crowd.

Steadily she walks and one man cheers all alone.
She notices his clap, her heart jumps through her bones.
Her speed increases and her legs move so smooth
Her head in the game again, her grace renewed

She passes to the left; she maneuvers to the right,
The other runners glance up and become full of fright
She turns the last lap, her energy full
Her heart is aching for the win in view

The crowd is wild, the single man in view.
He never lost faith, this win is for you.
She passes her competition one foot over the line
The win accomplished, the trophy is mine.