I was afraid.
Standing on the moist morning field,
I look up at the sky, a big white blanket covers all I could reach to see.
The finals had arrived, and I, with trembling legs, took my place on the field, ready to commence.
A shiver surges through my body, the thought of letting down the team, the thought of letting down the coach, the thought of failing.
The eyes of the whole audience, focused on the team,
And focused on me.
Anxiety curled into my stomach,
My nerves tingling like being tickled by a feather.
I inhale deeply, and exhale noisily, preparing myself.
The whistle goes, sending a rush of adrenaline through my veins.
There goes the kickoff!
I begin to run. The steady thumps of my footsteps echoed in my ears, …show more content…
My eyes dart from side to side, the breeze on my face felt as fresh as a daisy. Running down the field,
I felt as free as a bird, but… why was I afraid?
And suddenly, I saw it. My chance, my chance, to make it, or break it.
As I go to challenge the ball, forcing my legs to push harder,
I think to myself, “Can I do it?”
Now, the ball is at my feet, my feet slicing through the blades of grass, that appear in my path, my legs fueled with excitement, I was bursting with energy.
My heart kicked into overdrive, palpitating, pounding, intensely beating, rapidly racing, it is but a moth fluttering wildly among a hot light.
Sweat streaks down my face, my skin turns brown under the red of the sun. The sound of cleats pounding the earth is thunderous, as the sea of bodies charge towards me.
I dart and dash to my desired destination, dribbling down the dirty field, entertaining expressions on the sideline,
I knew the moment was mine.
I take a solid shot, and the ball is flying, floating through the air at an immense speed.
The goalie’s error causes screams of victory to roar across the field. The ball swerves into the
Standing on the moist morning field,
I look up at the sky, a big white blanket covers all I could reach to see.
The finals had arrived, and I, with trembling legs, took my place on the field, ready to commence.
A shiver surges through my body, the thought of letting down the team, the thought of letting down the coach, the thought of failing.
The eyes of the whole audience, focused on the team,
And focused on me.
Anxiety curled into my stomach,
My nerves tingling like being tickled by a feather.
I inhale deeply, and exhale noisily, preparing myself.
The whistle goes, sending a rush of adrenaline through my veins.
There goes the kickoff!
I begin to run. The steady thumps of my footsteps echoed in my ears, …show more content…
My eyes dart from side to side, the breeze on my face felt as fresh as a daisy. Running down the field,
I felt as free as a bird, but… why was I afraid?
And suddenly, I saw it. My chance, my chance, to make it, or break it.
As I go to challenge the ball, forcing my legs to push harder,
I think to myself, “Can I do it?”
Now, the ball is at my feet, my feet slicing through the blades of grass, that appear in my path, my legs fueled with excitement, I was bursting with energy.
My heart kicked into overdrive, palpitating, pounding, intensely beating, rapidly racing, it is but a moth fluttering wildly among a hot light.
Sweat streaks down my face, my skin turns brown under the red of the sun. The sound of cleats pounding the earth is thunderous, as the sea of bodies charge towards me.
I dart and dash to my desired destination, dribbling down the dirty field, entertaining expressions on the sideline,
I knew the moment was mine.
I take a solid shot, and the ball is flying, floating through the air at an immense speed.
The goalie’s error causes screams of victory to roar across the field. The ball swerves into the