You know,
it’s funny how life works, Linus
every day I wake up, and it feels like im caught in this loop of hopes and letdowns.
The kite that won’t fly,
the baseball that eludes my glove
The football lucy snatches away,
the little red-haired girl I can never quite talk to.
It’s s a collection of moments that paint the canvas of existence.
Just maybe people see beyond the missed field goals
and the tangled kite strings.
I Wonder if they see the kid who’s trying,
whose navigating a world that sometimes feels like it’s designed to trip me up.
I keep trying.
I keep running up to that football hope that just once,
just once it won’t be yanked away.
Because maybe,
just maybe the act of trying is where the real triumph lies.
I may not be the star pitcher,
or even the football hero.
But in this simplicity of this ordinary life,
there’s a resilience that defines me,
So here I am. A kid in a striped shirt,
navigating a world that’s both confusing and beautiful.
Maybe there’s a quiet strength in being me.
or maybe,
I may just get candy and not rocks for Halloween.
or even a valentine.
Another chance hits me again,
they let me kick the field goal this time.
I line up,
Linus to my right holding his collective breath.
My foot connects, but
the ball veers right,
shattering hopes yet again.
Tremaine Shears is a tenth Grade Creative Writing student at Douglas Anderson School of the Arts in Jacksonville Florida. He enjoys writing poetry, and also has a passion for writing realistic fiction.