Soccer
A year ago
I received the text about
a Soccer game
haphazardly thrown together
by my more athletic friends.
I decided to join in.
Why not? Seems like fun.
After the first match
I was hooked on the Beautiful Game,
and exquisite mashup of agility, skill, and concentration.
Every following week as I got the same text,
my heart fluttered with joy and excitement
to go out on the pitch. I slowly became consumed
Watching, playing, living, breathing,
I couldn't get enough.
My skill slowly improved
But was no match for my exponentially growing adoration for
The Beautiful Game.
This poem is about:
Me