The
Game
Katrina
Curry
Grade 10
Roseau
Just me and the court.
The bright green ball comes,
Staring me in the
eyes.
Comes like a flash of
lightning.
I swing, wondering if I hit it.
The ball drops
On the other side.
The adrenaline rises,
My heart races.
Sweat running down my face,
Like rain running down a window.
The sun beating down on me,
Like the beating on a
drum.
It stops.
No more adrenaline,
My heart stops for a
moment.
I won the game.