Softball is many things. Today, softball is swinging on a swing set.
I let the breeze comb my hair as I swing back and forth.
My earbuds sing calm melodies in my head.
The street lights rise and fall, rise and fall.
A calm rushes over me.
I look up to the stars, to the clouds.
I’m free.
Free of worries.
Free of pain.
Free of fear.
Free of self-consciousness.
Free of stress.
Just…free.
I let the breeze comb my hair as I pick the grass to check the direction of the wind.
My cleats sing focused melodies in my head on the concrete dugout.
The fly balls rise and fall, rise and fall.
A calm rushes over me.
I look to the field, to my family.
I’m free.
Free of worries.
Free of pain.
Free of fear.
Free of self-consciousness.
Free of stress.
Just…free.
Softball is many things. Today, softball is swinging on a swing set.
The Profound Jock 
This is so poetic and really creates vivid images. I love the calm rushing over you and all the things you are free from. You are quite a writer- so glad you have softball!
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This is beautiful, Brooke. Your word choice here is so calming and peaceful. Just beautiful.
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You’ve done it again! Now I am wondering about your process. Which comes first – the softball idea or a sliver of life that you then look to tie to softball?
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The sliver of life always comes first. I just seem to look at every slice through a more focused filter these days!
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Such the poet! Beautiful, simply beautiful!
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