Basketball by Sam Stoll (’22)

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I catch the ball and dribble up the court. 

I see my teammates and wonder who to pass to.

The ball feels light as if it is missing air.

I start to dribble off fast, but I feel a stabbing pain. 

It’s my knee and I know that it’s torn.

The work I put in feels useless; my season is done.

My teammates carry me off like a king.

They’ve always told me the greatest setbacks 

Are the start of the greatest comebacks.

I realize that pain is used to teach about life.

It’s used to teach brothers and sisters not to fight.

Will I come back stronger?

I might thanks to my teammates and brothers, 

Who showed me the light.