Joy
You stand at the line
The mix of hate and love from the crowd jump in your brain
The feelings of arrogance from the other team crowd your mind.
The feelings of depression from your teammates put more weight on your shoulders.
You run and run, ignoring the pressure.
In the aftermath there is only one emotion left. Joy.
Copyright © Usman Husain | Year Posted 2016
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