Up On the Mound
I start on the mound,
With my toe to the ground,
My glove on the side,
With a ball inside,
I bring my hands together,
As I rock my body back.
I then lean forward,
I bend my right knee,
While bringing my hands down with me.
I explode off the mound,
As my arm goes around,
I open my hips,
Then I release.
I watch the ball travel,
Letting go of my worries,
My insecurities,
My anger,
Hurt,
And disappointments with a whip of the wrist.
The pitch cuts through the air,
I then glance at the batter,
She swings with force,
She spits foul words,
She thinks "can this be any worse?!'
Behind her is my catcher,
Who mirrors my smile,
I don't know what I'd do without her.
I hear my teammates,
Whoop and cheer,
Oh it’s music to my ears.
There's hardly a crowd,
But my mood isn't foul,
I know God Is with me.
At the end of the day,
We are more than a team,
We are a family,
We stick with each other,
Even if we pick on one another,
We didn't win the game,
I thought I'd go insane,
But I didn't,
This is something,
I can not live without,
Because I found a position to play,
Teammates who I see everyday,
A coach who stayed,
We lay our hearts on the ground,
I start on the mound.