by Curt Mega
August 1st, 2012
The split second victory,
Unseen, intangible things.
The divide between taking the stage
And standing aside in the wings.
What does destiny entail?
Is it given or is it choice?
Will the one in second place
Be a lonely forgotten voice?
People shout and cameras flash,
Idolizing what they choose to see.
While the ones behind look ever on,
Seeing what they know they could almost be.
Poem © Curt Mega. Published August 1st, 2012