post-football ("soccer") game..


Sweat

As I return to the heat and squalor of my room
I reflect once again that I am for once
Seriously, blissfully happy to be alive
My stomach hurts from playing with friends
The leather and cloth ball, once soft and friendly
Becomes a screaming meteor, shattering the world that is my ear
Pride surges like a tide, even as I stumble like a newly born bird
I shake off what I can and rejoin the battle
It seems that time stops for those brief moments
When the people I respect and look up to
Have their most cunning efforts thwarted by my actions
Even as I slide in the mud and taste the earth that supports me
Even as my muscles protest their unusual workload
I reflect in idle moments that many are under this earth
And would rend the dimensions asunder
To be able to feel a cramp, a bite, a cut
Would weep with happiness to have a scar to touch
So I accept the pain, my body and my place in the world:
A defender, sworn to carry on the hopes of my friends and teammates
As far as my body will let me, and then my soul must push forward...
Yes...today was a good day to be alive.
I wonder and wait for tomorrow....



Poetry by Dominic
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Written on 2006-11-16 at 23:37

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