NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Nine

I Remember

I remember that feeling you get in dreams,

where your legs feel like lead weights

and no matter how hard you push,

you can’t make them move fast enough.

I remember the headteacher’s voice

coming in over the loud speaker

to announce to the parents

that I was either finishing the last race

or coming first in the next.

I remember crying afterwards

and swearing to never run a relay again.


  1. […] Now I’m still not massively into fitness and I don’t think I ever will be. However, since primary school I have learnt where my strengths lie. I am good at long distances and surprisingly, I wasn’t too shabby at the high jump. Neither of these events were available in my primary school and instead I was forced to come last in pretty much every race and spend the first part of my childhood convinced that sport wasn’t for me. The worst event was probably the relay. I was so far behind that the teacher literally had me skip the last two challenges and run to the end instead because everyone had finished already. This was the memory I based my poem on for today’s NaPoWriMo. […]


  2. The imagery you chose made me feel like I was there. I felt shocked at the horror of that announcement. Sadly, that headteacher probably never realized the pain they caused.

    Your poem was nicely done. Forget the relays, your poetry is awesome.


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