Train Of Thought: Delayed

The Pain

There will come a day when I have to step away, pack my things and simply not stay. This day I have dreaded for many years now, so many injuries whispering for me to take that final bow. As time ticks by the fear I have, draws nearer, a path I had set out ahead now foggy. Thinking back to the times it was clearer, I try not to dwell. Nothing good can come from that, trust me it never ends well. 

'Keep moving forward' that's what they tell me. I muster up whats left of my courage, my strength, and still, I hear my thoughts scream 'You never will'.

Yet how can I? I'm broken, constantly. Never-ending cycle. Injuries seem to be a by-product of the thing I love and breathe, a burden of the extremes of the game I fear will never leave. Left to deal, to overcome, it's coming to the point where I'd rather run, throw my hands up and scream "I'm done!".

But I can't turn my back just like that on what has become my life, and that is why it has left me in so much strife. This thing, this idea, this passion, the game took hold of me in youth and gave me my name.

My passion, my dream, my goal, my life. The pain