Goalie

Sweaty palms and heavy breathing,

I am enclosed in 8 yards and 8 feet of net.

My heart pounds as if I am running, but I remain utterly still.

In this state of hyperfocus, I cannot rejoice in the goals we score.

I can only see the ball rushing towards me.

Protective gloves and pads lessen the blow, but I feel the sharp pain as it hits my body and throws me to the ground.

My body has betrayed me.

Once again it has left our goal unguarded.

So much mental preparation and practice, yet still I am no match for the right kick.

I crouch, heaving in fear that this goal will cost us the game.

My mind whispers the truth,

I am defeated.