Untitled [Poem]

by Sophie Clark

The athletic, fast paced feeling of soreness. The pouncing attacks of new attempts of overwhelming corrections that feel like the itchy sweater your mom made you wear on picture day. The beauty of a successful play that looks like the sun peeking out after a huge storm, but it’s coming out just for you. It is a team that stays together for all eternity like the ocean continuing to reach the sandy shore even when they’re mad. A group of individuals finding themselves home when they enter the stinky sweat-filled gym locker rooms. The rocky attitudes after a major loss but the capability of rising to the top like everyone’s American flag on Independence Day. A family that bonds even when they aren’t in that stinky sweat-filled gym locker room. A family that builds each other up like a beaver to their dam. A sport is more than a game you play to be competitive or to fulfill your wishes of winning; it is a family you create, and the building blocks of a new journey.