Softball
Callouses, blisters, exhaustion,
Gloves, bats, balls,
Cheering, screaming, crying, laughing.
I miss the dirt under my cleats,
and the smell of sweat in my nose.
The way a homerun feels.
The way strinking someone out feels.
If I miss this sport so much,
then explain to me why I'm still not playing.
This poem is about:
Me