The Silent Art (Basketball)

I can feel the emotions stirring, raising,

Embracing me in a feeling of heartache.

As the other soldiers join the battalion, 

I am sent home only to to say, "Why did this happen to me?"

But, alas, instead of seeking pity,

I began my craft; an art so silent no one would suspect it.

As I return on the dreadful anniversery, I fight once again to reclaim my rightful spot.

The moments wind, tensions rise, and all are anxious to hear the final roll call. 

The dawn has come.

I've made the team.

 

 

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