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    The poem reflects on an athlete questioning whether their athletic career and the talent that defined them was wasted after it was taken away. The athlete cherished their talent above all else and found their soul's strength through athletics. Now memories of competing bring pain rather than joy. Though their talent eclipsed all else and was their singular drive, they now understand its true depth after losing it. Their heart shattered when their talent took its leave, leaving behind only thoughts of what could have been earned through their athletic ability. Their heart now aches to return to competing on the track as quitting is not in their nature.

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    The poem reflects on an athlete questioning whether their athletic career and the talent that defined them was wasted after it was taken away. The athlete cherished their talent above all else and found their soul's strength through athletics. Now memories of competing bring pain rather than joy. Though their talent eclipsed all else and was their singular drive, they now understand its true depth after losing it. Their heart shattered when their talent took its leave, leaving behind only thoughts of what could have been earned through their athletic ability. Their heart now aches to return to competing on the track as quitting is not in their nature.

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    The poem reflects on an athlete questioning whether their athletic career and the talent that defined them was wasted after it was taken away. The athlete cherished their talent above all else and found their soul's strength through athletics. Now memories of competing bring pain rather than joy. Though their talent eclipsed all else and was their singular drive, they now understand its true depth after losing it. Their heart shattered when their talent took its leave, leaving behind only thoughts of what could have been earned through their athletic ability. Their heart now aches to return to competing on the track as quitting is not in their nature.

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    Was it a waste?

    Was it all in vain?


    Or just a dreamy phase?
    Love was once my air,
    Now it feels like a case.

    Something I cherished,
    Placed above all else.
    Athletics defined me,
    My soul’s strengthening pulse.

    Memories, once sweet,


    Now lost like wasted energy.
    As I gaze at the track,
    I query, will I come back,
    It’s the question that's constantly with me.

    Talent eclipsed all else,


    It was my singular drive.
    Only when released did I understand its depth.
    My heart shattered the day talent took its leave.

    All the camping,


    Joy unbridled.
    Never knew talent could be so crucial,
    Something unspoken, almost like a ritual.

    The 400m track lap,


    Revisit every gap.
    But thoughts of money invade,
    My talent stranded, waylaid.

    My heart aches now,


    The call has grown louder.
    Soon my mind will race,
    For quitting isn’t in my nature.

    By Ali Titchaona

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