I woke up in a cold sweat

I rustled and tussled and fret

For I knew today

Would be the day

I had to go bowling.

It had been my biggest fear

For the better half of a year

I’ve been terrified of that three holed ball

Terrified of it thrashing and crashing on that small plastic wall

No matter how much I cried, screamed, and protest

I would reach my final test.

When the time had eventually come

My fingers were sore and numb

Knowing that I had to go

Knowing that I had to stow   

The fear that was rising in my soul

Knowing that I’ll have to bowl.

I went up to take my turn

Praying not to crash and burn

The ball was rolling down the center

Oh cool I got a strike.