Thinking...
Believing he has won before the game has ended.
Winding up, barley even trying.
Throwing the pitch,
My anger taking over me,
I swung with all my might, but without aim or accuracy

Strike 1!

Disbelief spreading through me,
Stepping back up to the plate,
Thinking that was a step-back in my progress


Strike 2!

Dread was all I felt,
not believing I could do this,
The last pitch was coming strait towards me
Despair was all I felt
One last Swing was taken

CRACK!!!

The ball went soaring...
over the fence
Remembering to run...

Cheering...


Running...





Finally winning the game.