SOFTBALL DIDN'T MAKE ME SOFT
Dusty cleats by the front door every day.
Just more week and I get to play.
The start of the season is always the best,
I've put in more work than any of the rest.
Blood, sweat, and tears.
Blood for the scraped knees to get better at base running.
Sweat from the summer tournments spent miles away from home.
Tears for the wins and losses who have created the athlete in front of you.
An athlete who desires the touch of leather, the smell of dirt, and the view from home plate.
Directed by time, drills, and speed,
This mentor of mine took the lead.
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Deeply personal athletic journey; minimal abstract philosophical elements.
Multiple layered ideas: dedication, sacrifice, sensory details, mentorship packed densely.
Proud, passionate tone celebrating hard work and achievement despite pain.
Driven language; building intensity through blood/sweat/tears and athletic imagery.
Approximately 12 lines; falls in 7-15 line range.
Strong metaphors (blood/sweat/tears), personification, sensory imagery; moderately ornamented.
Pure lyric internal voice; first-person reflection on personal experience.
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