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.