T.Ball

I know they told me I'd never play again,

But I couldn't take it.

Just one more spike, one more 3-pointer, one more home run,

Was all I ever wanted,all I ever asked for,

And did I ever get it.

I had a disease, a competitive disease,

Everything was a game, a competition.

As a child the ball became my best friend.

We began to know each other's every move,

Then I made one wrong move.

My dreams shattered,

My heart broken,

My soul vanished.

Catherine Bergschneider