Olympic Medalist

Rumour has it I’m not the best at sports

My childhood was ridden with cuts and scrapes from falling behind in the mile

And that one time someone broke my glasses playing basketball

But there is one sport in which I am certain

I would win an Olympic medal on the greatest stage

and it’s jumping.

To conclusions.

How does one train for this sport you say,

Surely it’s easy to believe what people say to you and about you!

I reply with mirth, and say,

darling, the easy bit is not believing them.

Imagine, you’ve been conditioned to mistrust everyone

Because they’re always lying

Pretending they care

Never laying themselves bare to you

When all you crave is some clarity on where you stand with them.

Imagine, they’re even offering you that clarity.

And yet, you’re conditioned to think

They’re lying to you

For some ulterior motive that you’ll find out later at the end of this murder mystery you've set yourself on.

They’re pretending their parents loved you,

They’re pretending they understand what you've been through,

They’re pretending to like you.

And you spiral.

A hop, skip and a jump later you’re side-twist-double-tucking your way like a trampoline gymnast into your final routine for the judges.

You land on the mat of assumptions with a flourish, and they engulf you.

Unlike the safety of a conventional landing mat however, they push you deeper into your spiral.

It’s a never ending circular routine

And it never stops.

Unfortunately for any doubters, you perform the routine to perfection every single time, and

relentlessly, you twist and turn and spin the facts on the trampoline

Until the spectators marvel and gasp in awe and say “how did she do that? How did we get here?”

And you reply, we were always here.