I am from the only place it's okay to steal,
from the grainy dirt and the allergy filled grass
to the crack of my bat and stitches of bright yellow balls.
I am from the first stop of my journey,
sprinting alongside the white powdered dust.
Where I never halt a stop, or make a sharp turn,
it's where I question the base.
I am from the second visit of my adventure,
departing early to my next destination.
As I am caught in a pickle,
I dive back into the welcoming dry soil.
I am from the third stay of my voyage,
hitting the dirt with a sharp glide.
Feeling my metal cleats sink through the pebbles of earth,
finally stealing what I love most.
I am almost home,
where I pour my passion to the game I love.
Because home is where my heart is.