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/.