Softball is many things. Today, softball is a broken heart.
“I’m sorry, but we don’t have a spot for you on the team this year.”
A single tear rolled down her cheek from beneath her blackened sunglasses.
Softball is many things. Today, softball is a broken heart.
The Profound Jock 
I love the simplicity of this post, and the repetition cements the sorrow that this slice brought to your life today. I love the power of writing to capture these moments. When the next door opens, this post will remind us of the certainty in the uncertain.
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Your pithiness is your power! What a difficult exchange to edit. I’m sure there was so much to say but the metaphor works so wonderfully without a lot of extra details.
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I can feel your sadness, your broken heart. I have no idea if this is a memory – of a young child or young adult – or if it is for this year. I hope the heart heals and the bat finds a place to swing.
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You are such an incredible writer. You have captured the sadness we can all empathize with when we do not get to be a part of something we so desperately want. Hugs to her.
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Woah, this is brilliant. This is so many things – sad and honest and thought-provoking and beautiful. I am wondering so many things right now… was this you? Did you witness something like this?
Mostly, though, I’m wondering how on Earth you managed to capture so many things with so few words!
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This is wonderful. I reminds me of a haiku – no words wasted but everything you need packed into a few words. Was this you? What’s the next step for this person?
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