What was she thinking…
As the tears fell from her eyes?
What was she feeling inside?
She. Such strength. Such poise.
Hand over heart.
Feet on the platform.
And TEARS on her cheeks.
What was she thinking?
A smile as radiant as the metal around her neck, just not in this moment.
In this moment her national anthem is playing. Her flag is raised. She lip-sings every word in time with the instrumental.
Her hand is on her heart.
She is not smiling right now.
As her metal rests on her chest representing YEARS of training, months, weeks, days and hours of her life.
She is crying. It’s a strange mix type of cry. I don’t know what it means.
What I hope.
I hope I was seeing ‘things.’ I hope she felt just as she deserved to feel.
All that she is — brilliant, confident, strong and proud. Dedicated, beautiful and loved.
I want her to feel THAT. But I can’t tell if she does.
When her tears are falling, and she’s lip-singing those words. What is she feeling? Why THAT cry?
Simone, oh Simone.
You are such a bright light. I don’t know what you’re feeling inside.
I know what you deserve to feel in this moment. I pray we don’t let you down.
-Cyborg
