Archer

I stand, waiting in anticipation

Soon it’ll be my turn I think

As he turns back to look at me

The world slowly fades away

I stare at my target; waiting;

Willing my heart to slow down

Unsure of myself, I shuffle

My feet must be planted perfectly

When I think I’m ready

I pull back and wait…

Suddenly I’m soaring through the air

Heading straight for my ultimate destination

Straight, hurtling through the wind

I am flying! Faster! Faster!

Something yellow is blinding me

As I make contact; Bam!

I’m no longer flying,

Instead just hanging there; waiting…

I snap back to reality

No longer soaring, flying, traveling

Just standing, waiting, anticipating

As I load my next arrow,

To make my next shot,

To become the arrow yet again.