All I Know
When all I know is playing the viola,
baking feels like being part of a symphony.
When all I know is soccer,
the word checkmate feels like ball hitting net.
When all I know is coding,
a successful free throw feels like a working program.
When all I know is skateparks,
a publisher’s rejection letter feels like gravity.
When all I know is running,
a botched painting feels like being one second short of qualifying.
When all I know is ceramics,
missing the bullseye feels like pulling broken pieces out of the kiln.
When all I know is a happy family,
strained relationships feel like being lost.
When all I know is Dad’s encouragement,
absence feels like emptiness.
When all I know is Mom’s loving embrace,
death feels like rejection.
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