Charlotte Almeida It Couldn't Happen To MePhysical and mental competition Blocking shots, boxing out, sliding Shooting, passing, picking and rolling Passion, heart, courage and class Competition halts, two knees clash On the ground, mind racing No breath to spare to answer the coach who was pacing The bench cleared Teammates sat on the floor and stared Ice was found But no trainer was around Eight minutes remaining Sobs being contained Movement sent sharp pains through the knee Pain constrained the knee but no swelling could be seen Shocked, confused, afraid of the pain. The Emergency Room… Over five hours of waiting with the feeling of gloom In four different waiting rooms with the pain worsening Uncomfortable, nerve-racking, annoyed and cursing On a stretcher in a hallway with others A hand moves the knee one way then another Extreme sharp pains No tear, no fracture or broken bones, but a sprain A massive blue brace wrapped with Velcro to lock the knee with no key Lessons with crutches were given by someone with two good knees Midnight, riding home on Route 2, we go home from the long night and day, My mother turns to me to say It’s December 13th Happy Sweet Sixteen!
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