Here It Is

Here it is, the last push, the last sprint,

the last burst of energy to carry you over

that spray painted finish line.

Here it is, the last need for something huge

or something little, or even something that is 

just enough to carry you past the end.

Here it is, the last little bit, the last length,

the last hundred feet, the last hundred inches

that will carry you beyond the final step.

Here I am, at the last push, the last dash,

the last second wind that will have to carry 

me over that neon yellow finish line.

Here I am, at the last surge of power rushing

through my veins in a feeble attempt at mimicking

the initial adrenaline that carried me past the start.

Here I am, at the brink of success's glorious

sunrise, teetering on the edge of falling into the

deep waters below, behind the final step.

Here we are, at the top of the final hill,

the last incline that will send us careening joyously

into the open arms of triumph.

Here we are, at the last moments before a victorious

sunrise, the last moments that seem so dark and

dreary, but we shall emerge rejoicing at the end.

Here we are, at the last wave of energy, the last launch

that will carry us to the moon and beyond.

Here we all stand, at the top of the mountain,

at the tail of a comet, at the edge of the moon;

we have conquered and proved ourselves worthy.

Here we all stand, at the great and shining dawn 

that glows with an exalted glory as we raise our hands

in gratifying magnificence.

Here we stand, the finishers of the race, the crying 

teammates draped with honors and success; for we

have proved ourselves. 

We have carried us across that neon yellow finish line.