Triumph Over Fear
I can see them standing in line with a message that is divine, I watch the anticipation grow as everyone was eager to take part in the show.
The line was long but patience pushes them along; they were determined to wait before the horse broke through the gate.
I had these mixed feelings that were somewhat revealing; I tried to conceal the pain but the wind was so strong that it kept pushing me along. I found a comfortable seat among the crowd and watched everyone scrambled around with their tickets number in hand looking for the matching number on the seat.
Lovers and friends, ducks and hens and the golden goose walking around without shoes. The married couple and the single women playing each other hand and smiling with dignity as they occupy their seats in the stadium.
And next to the visitor’s box, royals from His majesty throne sat quietly looking around. They didn’t blend with the crowd and they looked quite out of place, and so they sat in their seats and signed a few autograph just to look like royals.
The announcer came and anthem starts and dignity climbed up the hill, opens the covers and exposes the exotic player’s will. Anxiety mounts as they flaunt about the court, ducking and diving, hitting and skipping while the rowdy crowd kept the suspension going.
My mind wanders for a while, and I walked courageously up the street just to see what’s disrupting my heart beat.I went on a narrow street on the opposite side and I peeped though the door crack and I saw some men holding guns over some people leaning against the wall with blindfold on their faces and hands and feet bounded.
I didn’t hesitate, I quickly left from that place and send a message for them to take the cross out of the church and to put it on the hill and cover it with dirt.
I wasn’t scare, I just wanted the assurance the you were near and I could still feel your energy pumping away as you swept the crowd off their feet.
Those final strokes came at a time when there was much doubt, and the grass on the court gives you gravity to hold on to your sanity.
The final moment was intense as the deserving one was about to win; the final ball was served and she hit it with all that she had and took the final set with a double six and double four and so the crowd went wild.
The center got hit from the left and the right and so to play it safe you have got to hinge on the side. And finally, she Triumph over Fear.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2023
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