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The meaning

January 9, 2026
By Anonymous

                      The cleats grip turf as the morning sun breaks out,

                         The winds whistle, wakes the sleeping grass

                         Courage balled up in each of my palms, calm, 

                     As I push through drills and doubts dissolve like grass.

                           The lockers slam with odors and dirty cleats,

                              Jokes bounce off the lockers like a drum

                         A crumpled playbook keeps the routes we use,

                                Each page stained by win and numb.

                       My breath leaves clouded in the autumn night chill

                       I count the yard line marks like a prayerful beat.

                     Tonight, the scoreboard sits and waits for the winner.

                                 Every heartbeat sings its own rhythm.

                              So when the final whistle blows and fades,

                       Just know I was built from the bruises, not from shades.


The author's comments:

I like and enjoy this poem I wrote because it shows the emotion and passion I truly have for the sport and how I feel when I'm on the field. 


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