A hockey team skates slowly over thin ice.
Lonely but not alone, the goalie stands,
Guarding a meaningless area
That has been assigned temporary meaning.
Her head held high, she takes the puck,
Spins swiftly around,
Screams of disappointment and relief divide her teammates.
She has scored on herself,
And she has threatened an objective-appearing subjective standard.
She does not feel bad
Until she realizes that she should feel bad.
She should crave distraction,
And hindrances should be her friend.
Mental health is not only overcoming obstacles
But desiring them, and
Not only desiring them
But designing them.
The crowd, dismayed, goes wild.
There was only one team to begin with.