In the middle
Of the game.
Am I not enough
To get in
On a play?
My hearts pounds,
My stomach tightens,
I hate to admit
That I'm quite frightened.
What does this mean?
How could I have seen
This coming straight
Towards me?
I have no choice
But to listen,
To allow this change
You've been wishing.
I understand,
You need space.
I'll just wait
The end of this race,
Hoping I'll see your face
Once more,
With un-matching grace.
~Taelor J. Ferguson (6-22-16)
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