Being on that mound taught me to face life head on
Drowned out the crowd, perform and move on
From my eyes’ corner, I traced her steps
In transit, their rhythm a weightlifter’s reps
A predator preparing a pounce at the plate
My sturdy stride home could not hesitate
Pocket the circular object with passion
Lay down the tag in ordinary fashion
It all seemed very simple and routine
Until her intent switched to intentionally unclean
A snag and a tag preceded the snap
The shout she was out by a centimeter’s gap
Did nothing to contain the stream of pain
A dizzying nausea with blood like red rain
Being on that field taught me life was unfair
But in the end, you learn just how much you can bear
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