Game of My Life

When I step foot onto the court
I become a lioness defending my pride
Against the fierce attack of a puma,
Who through his eyes, only sees dinner.

Marking territory as I cross half court,
I begin to search for that 1 special lion.
Once I spot him, away goes my pride.
Now at last this battle is all mine.

As fast as I can,
Across the field I go,
Only to receive my pride,
So perfect and precise.

At last, that 1 special lion that always seems to read my mind,
Darts toward the puma, to stop him in his tracks.
I then gather my pride and use this as a getaway.
Not only have I escaped with my pride,
But the fact of knowing, I have won my fight.

poem by Ari Lynn
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