One accident Can Change it all.

Every saturday you could find me somewhere on a field.

I was covered in sweat, blood, and tears.

After six long games I went home and often felt killed.

But the pain is worth my team mates cheers.

 

We were up by one point, it was the last inning.

The best hitter is up to bat and hits a hard ball right at me.

I thought yes we are winning.

Until I heard a loud pop, fell to the ground, and couldnt see.

 

I finnally opened my eyes while my head was spinning.

I tried to get up but couldnt walk.

I tore my acl and there went our chances of winning.

we never made it past districts and I never would talk.

 

Keep your love for the game, Keep your love for the ball.

One accident can change it all.

This poem is about: 
Me

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