Tackle by LinzAy

Sitting on the sidelines, I witnessed the tackle.
Watching his helmet be torn from his head just before the blow.
Why would anyone want to destroy such a great man?
I shouted from the bleachers as loudly as I could.
Screaming again and again a word I prayed he would hear...run.
But he stood there with arms wide open, accepting a poison that would only cripple him.
Accepting a reality he never deserved.
The urge to run onto the field and rescue him from you was overwhelming; the urge to protect him from your manipulative, demeaning ways.
Instead, the game played on.
I became a cheerleader for him, reciting pep talks and cheers that I hoped would uncover his eyes.
My voice became hoarse, but I never gave up, I care about him too much; more than you ever had the ability to.
Doesn't the game stop with lightening and hail?
Isn't it consider self destructive to put up with the pain of ice stabbing at you?
But, with all the right intentions, he weathered it out.
He sat there as each piece of hail insulted the man he is.
He can tackle anything he wants to...but he wasn't tackling the right things.
You.
He should have ran full force into your wall of impressionable guilt and knocked you off your feet and out of his way from the beginning.
Only now do I get to witness the right plays being played out.
Only now do I get to enjoy watching him have a real chance at success in the game of love.

Meri (64.12.117.71) -- Friday, July 15 2011, 03:25 am

always had a gift
You always had a way with words. Great image. Great analogy. Poem's full of power, or should I say powerful poem.

LinzAy (151.200.32.173) -- Saturday, July 16 2011, 12:41 am

Re:Meri
Thank you Meri! I'm glad you were able to "see" it :)

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