I am Victory!
This is it.
The final score
Never has it been this hard before
Racquet in my quivering hand
Do not go into no man’s land
Everything has led to this
Am I good enough?
Will I miss?
Thoughts pour through my mind
Feeling of doubts and sorrow
Will I still be on this team tomorrow?
Sweat sticks to my forehead
My heart races and leaps
But this is my dream!
My goal, my passion!
The sport that is so full of compassion!
I must win, I can!
I am incredible! I am!
I breathe in
The serve comes to me
It calls to me
My racquet clashes like a sword on sword
Hours pass by
The ball hits the line
Is this game mine?
Point.
Game, set, match.
I breathe out.
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