My last chance,One more missAnd it’s over,Cool sweat trickles down my neck.I risk striking out,My pride.My hands trembleMy swing wobblesMy bodyNot my own,I can’t do this.

To everyone else,A spring day,Warm and beautiful.Dandelions cover the field,The opposite of my emotions.I worry,I fear.The day is too sunny,I doubt.

I hear the sound,Loud and clear.A glimmer of hope sparks inside of me,A candle in a dark room.

The ball is gone.It flies with the birds.The ball touches downA mile away,Out of sight.The candle turns into a torch,A thousand torches,The game is mine.I’m at the top of the world.“Keep this moment forever.”A feeling comes to me,Sweeter than any peach or pie,Victory.