In the arena, my soul takes flight,
A canvas where my heart paints bright,
Each leap and sprint, a wordless song,
Yet off the field, my words go wrong.
In sneakers' rhythm, my thoughts unbound,
Yet silence reigns when no crowd's around.
A champion in the game's embrace,
Lost in life's unending race.
Is it too much to be understood,
cheered not just for my skill,
but to be cheered at my lowest
Doubt whispers low in the cheer's decline,
In solitude, no medals shine.
My triumphs roar, yet inwardly,
I battle shadows only I can see.
The ball, my brush; the court, my stage,
Expressing joys, my silent rage.
But off the pitch, my voice falls mute,
My vibrant palette turns to soot.
In sweat and strain, my story's told,
Each scar a tale of victories bold.
Yet in quiet moments, I'm unseen,
Longing for what might have been.
I yearn for love's soft, tender touch,
In moments when the world's too much.
But in the crowd's ecstatic hum,
My heart's cry to love succumbs.
In the game, my spirit soars,
Yet life's complexities give no scores.
In the arena, I'm understood,
In life's game, I'm lost for good.
So judge me not by wins alone,
For in my silence, my struggles are shown.
An athlete's heart, both fierce and mild,
Seeking love, life's eternal child.
Seen by the world as a gladiator,
but I am really only fighting,
for the fulfillment of my hearts woes.
