I believed in something that was not.
I gave everything I had.
I loved and cared.
It's all part of the past.
But my heart is being held captive.
I try to make it right.
I thought it wouldn't take me long.
It's all wrong.
That was the last time.
The last reason to make things right.
The first kiss and the first time is gone.
The connection broken.
I had everything I wanted.
I see you face in the shadows that I can't ignore.
You speak and make it better.
But never is it better.
Never do I get what I want.
It's all gone.
Everything I wanted is out of sight.
I can pray and wish, but the final scene happened.
I can only remember the first kiss and the first time.
I lost everything.
The final words and the final sentence, done.
I can't let this go on forever.
I don't know what to do.
The memories haunt me.
I need a savior from them.
Where do I start again when my heart has no ending.
Please allow me to let you go.

Through many years, I've been focusing on the pitch and the outcome of whether or not I actually hit the ball to make it on base. I've realized that it's more about watching the movements the pitcher makes to throw each particular pitch. Will she curve her wrist, smack her glove to scare me, or throw a ball? If I can see what she does as she throws each pitch, I can be better be prepared for that brief moment when the ball reaches the batter's box. The outcome is now the result of my observances and my reaction to each of the pitcher's movement. I'm in control and I choose how I want the game to end.
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