Glorious Trophy Poem by Christa D

It was a trophy of silver.
I'd polish it with my sweat at dusk,
Wipe it with thin layers from my heart.
And put it under my covers every night.
It was the sole muse of my bragging.
It made me soar beyond my own skies.
One day, it was summoned to be seen,
The whole world was holding its breath.
Then I heard shattering specifications.
I wasn't deemed worthy to attend with it,
My birth wasn't lighten by a bright star.
Bitter, I gave my treasure to a friend,
Worthy of my trust but not of the honor.
Another hand had to fulfill the task
Showing off the fruit of years of work.
At the end, I welcomed my trophy back.
And like Romeo and Juliet, we hid
We hid our link and I hid my glory.