Too much of a Good thing.
2023, a golden year, Each day a dream, so bright, so clear. A crown upon my head so high, Ms. Lakambini, shining bright.
My name was called, my heart would race, Mythical 6, I found my place. A body lean, a flawless face, Confidence wrapped me in its grace.
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Laughter, memories, moments divine, Life felt perfect — everything mine. But joy, like waves, must crash to shore, Too much of good, then came the storm.
My best friend, gone, the house grew cold, Since I was three, her paws consoled. With empty arms, I filled the space, Food became my warm embrace.
The mirror turned into my foe, A body lost, a mind sunk low. Bedridden, drowning in my weight, A victim to my twisted fate.
And then the court, my final fall, A snap, a tear no game at all. The ACL that held me tight, Shattered, stolen, lost from sight.
From soaring high to sinking deep, A lesson harsh, a wound so steep. Too much of joy, too fast, too bright, Left me alone in endless night.
