I Think I'm in the Wrong Room

December 7, 2008
By Justine Dhollande, San Carlos, CA

I think I’m in the wrong room.
A computer, a desk, it feels like a tomb
Can it be true that I exist here?
I don’t think its right, all I feel is a tear.
Flashbacks from the past,
Life was such a blast,
Running in the open air,
Wind blowing through my hair.
Dribbling with speed,
Through the slightly chilled breeze.
Faking a pass, a kick a shot.
Running past the defender to win the lot.
Pleasing my team, going for it all.
Nothing feels better than striking the ball.
But all that is done, I can never go back,
For my knee gave out during one attack
So alone I sit, and stare at the rain
While I work in this room, which I feel is so lame.
But dreams never fade, they just lie inside,
A place I can go without having to hide.

The author's comments:
A few days before I started to write this poem, I had injured my knee in soccer. I was so depressed because I knew I might never be able to go back to playing again, and all I could do is go to school and sit at a desk all day. I thought about my love for the sport as a little girl and how I thought nothing could keep me from playing. I wanted to go back to those times so bad, but since I am older, I know that it is unrealistic and I can't go back in time to when I was uninjured. This is why I rely on my dreams to keep my inner spirit active and alive during the hardest times in life.

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