Not Just Sports
They say, “Get up, go play the game,”
Like winning’s all that earns a name.
Like sports are everything, my all.
Some days I’m strong, some days unsure,
Some days I’m ready, some days I’m slow.
But still, I want to do much more.
I like to run, I like to train,
But there’s more behind my name.
I’m more than just a sport or game.
I need some time, a quiet place,
To breathe and move at my own pace.
And find my peace, my own space.
I find my spark in words I write,
My poems shine my inner light.
They guide me through the darkest night.
I grow each day in small, slow ways,
Some steps are quiet, some ablaze.
But all of them help shape my days.
They say, “Go try,” they push and shove,
But I must choose what fits my love.
Not every push feels like enough.
I have my dreams, they’re mine alone.
Not what others set or own.
I walk my path, I make it known.
So let me choose, and let me be—
There’s more inside than you can see.
I’m more than sports; I’m just me.
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