Like a Pack
As I glare at my opponent
I zone in on the moment.
I pass the ball to the setter,
could not be any better.
We do our jobs so the next girl can attack.
We act as one unit
we are like a pack.
The crowd cheers as if they have the winning ticket.
But we do not care about the game,
this team means more than fame.
This poem is about:
Me