What if,
I'm never the same.
What if I step into the ring,
Onto the field,
And I hesitate.
I hesitate because I remember the sound,
Of me tendon snapping in two,
Because I relive the nights rithing in pain,
Because I remember the moments I missed,
Confined to my bed like a prisoner.
What if,
I'll never be as good,
As I was?
All because of one miss step,
One stumble.
What if?
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 10:43 PM UTC
What if,
I'm never the same.
What if I step into the ring,
Onto the field,
And I hesitate.
I hesitate because I remember the sound,
Of me tendon snapping in two,
Because I relive the nights rithing in pain,
Because I remember the moments I missed,
Confined to my bed like a prisoner.
What if,
I'll never be as good,
As I was?
All because of one miss step,
One stumble.
What if?
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