Tournament Day One
Game One
Roster One
my name is there
black and white for my team to see,
the possibility encompassed
in those ten letters.
My nerves compound my congestion
I wish I was feeling better, clearer.
Deep, slow breaths as I assemble my gear,
strapping it on one velcro at a time.
Until the first whistle blows, I am
self-doubt incarnate
held together by the weight of all I feel
I have to prove.
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