A Forked Road

Every victory has meaning.

The championships roads can fork;

Losses pop bubbles like a cork.

If on the fence and start leaning,

Doubters’ laughter too demeaning.

Laser beam focus, chase the nod.

Are there marks where you scraped and clawed?

Much sacrifice for the price of gold;

The title you are proud to hold,

Arriving from effort and squad.

Prompted from Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt at: https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/05/05/ronovan-writes-decima-poetry-challenge-prompt-no-56-gold-in-the-a-rhyme-line/.

Prompted from V.J.’s Weekly Challenge at: https://onewomansquest.org/2021/05/03/vjs-weekly-challenge-roads/.

Prompted from Ragtag Daily Prompt at: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/05/05/rdp-wednesday-laughter/.

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