waiting

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Waiting, and waiting...
Until its my turn to get on the field

The bench is cold, and the rain slowly drips down my face
The sound of thunder fills the sky but the seconds keep on ticking by

I can hear the sound of my heart, bump bump, bump bump

I get the feeling of butterflies in my stomach

Im watching carefully, evaluating every move my team makes
I see the ball slip out of bounds

I slowly get up, the referee blows the whistle
I high five a team mate as they run out to rest

I know its my turn, to play the game.





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