10-28-17 Game Plan

 I guess it’s okay to be left on the bleachers sometimes 

Because in that moment, you get time 

Nothing feels fast 

Your brain is racing but your feet are still

You observe 

You hydrate 

You think

What’s next?

I just wish I didn’t feel so comfortable here 

The bleachers can be a little too familiar at times 

I wish I wanted to run on the field 

I wish I knew how to compile all my thoughts, all the mistakes and put them in categories 

But my insecurities live in my stomach 

My anger lives in my fists 

My love lives in my head 

My mistakes live on my arms 

I wish they could live at Your feet 

I wish these things brought me to my knees 

My jeans are ripped on purpose because I can’t hide what I’ve done 

I can’t hide who I am

So bring me to the field 

It’s 0-infinity because You’re always winning

But You still give me the trophy

•Game Plan•

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