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Only With Strength Will Life Go On


Running down the field Sun shining bright, sky bluer than the ocean, grass green and smooth It all feels so natural My gloves snug around my fingers with just the slightest amount of moisture against my palms My body reacts, muscles tighten, eyes focused and narrowed I'm up on my toes, I'm ready for anything I see the ball All I see is the ball I mimic it's movements with my hands, they guide my body through the air I feel the vibrations of my muscles slamming against the beautiful ground Ball in hand and I hear the roaring cheers of those who count most "And a beautiful save by Cassandra Hart" . . .But something is wrong The pain, it is a pain like no other I feel it moving towards my heart I can't see anything, can't hear anything, the only thing I know of is the pain It is the pain of a thousand bricks They lay upon my chest I can't even breath The pain clouds my mind I care for nothing, I only want one thing For the pain to be gone But it will never be gone, it drags on and on My body hurts, my heart hurts, my mind hurts I want to walk, I want to run,... I want to hear the screams of a thousand adoring fans But never again will I feel the sun beat down on me as I begin my beautiful dance The dance, my dance, it's art is only known by those with the patience to master it It is the dance of footwork, power, and sacrifice The sacrifice of time, the sacrifice of energy, and the sacrifice of body The sacrifice that ended it all But I must cope, I must find the strength, I must bring myself back to life One by one, with my own bleeding hands, I force the bricks to leave The pressure eases and I delicately begin to breathe The pain slowly, ever so slowly leaks away I can see, I can hear, but I will always remember that pain that overcame me on that glorious day I will always be able to see the scars that rest on my body I will always remember the dreams that perished I will always remember the game winning save that ended it all But I will never forget I pulled my mind from the darkness Because only with strength will life go on
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I am currently a Senior at Granite Falls High School in Granite Falls, Wa. Next year I will be attending Washington State University. I have no idea what I want to study, but what I do know is I love to write, whether it be poems, speeches, or songs. I am a very expressive person and I love to share my story because I wamt to help people and if hearing my story helps someone then I will be happy to tell it ten times over. My goal is to in some way makes this world a better place. Every person with good intentions helps, even in the smallest of ways.

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