It's only a game

I feel it, deep inside me
A struggle between myself and my shadow
I see his reflection in the mirror mocking my movements
I hear him in my head
Forcing me to doubt my ability in something that I have mastered over the years
But, suddenly, there’s a light, a way out, something that gives me some kind of hope
It’s a game, nothing more, nothing less
But it’s a game I’m obsessed with.
I can’t play it, but I understand it better than I do myself
I’ve learned recently that hockey is my center
If I’m having second thoughts about something or not focusing
I sit back, close my eyes and picture the game
The sound a skate blade makes as it glides across the ice
The clang of a small vulcanized disc of rubber as it rings off a steel post
I see the images of players flying by on a 200ft sheet of ice and find myself
I calm down, I get focused, like I’m getting ready for a game or something
In reality I’m about to take a history final that I don’t feel confident about when all my life history has been my subject
But I keep images of the game in my head as I plow through the multiple choice questions and tackle the essay with ease
As I leave the class I can’t help but smile, not because of the test, but because of the images I don’t want to get out of my head
Hockey is my life, my past, my present and my future
It’s all I got and I’ll be damned if I give it up now

It's only a game


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