Frozen cold
She stood there on the mat
Her jaw tightening
Her throat closing
The tears where pushing through.
She took a bow and walked away
The judges said it all
with A NINE, A SIX and A SEVEN.
Maggie was good,
but not good enough.
Certain she was not qualified,
Not talented enough to move on.
With that, Maggie walked out
Out of the gymnasium
And out on her dreams.
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