Monday, April 24, 2017

#19/30 - 2017

Some nights are harder than others.
Calves shaking, feet seizing at the wrong moments,
throat throbbing from a rogue shoulder check early on in the scrim,
a penalty assessed two jams too late,
mental toughness off- kilter.
Her foot caught mine
and twisted out my bad knee,
wrenching a cry from my gut.
The jam is called for me, my body betrays
and frustration spills down my cheeks.
Anger, disappointment, and just general pain whirl.
I haven't cried alone in a bathroom like that
before. 

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