fireballer

burn me a mountain.
and tell me its gonna be ok.
cause I have much to take on,
and only a certain window of opportunity to dive into.

There aren't many reasons
not to be calm,

and taking myself on,
was hardly easy.

hardest fireballer I faced
in my 20+ years in the majors.

labored 4 long years
inside. the diploma
only pours out my eyes,
and whispers, "shh. listen."

I am captured by its light,
and forgiven for the sins.
I poured guilt on my morality
producing self-change
and growth.

I am now a hitter.

sometimes I get fruity pebblesy,
and live in the haze of the morning air.

and there is no cheese on top
but I have convinced my self it tastes like cheese,
and I’m gonna hit it out of the park.

I laugh when I think about how long
I put too much pressure on myself.
so much so that I couldnt see the spin.
I was beating my self.

but I will no longer flirt
with ms. mendoza.

when I step into the box
I will be ready.

she will come at me hard,
I will have to take the pitches
to get on base.

whether its a walk or a hit,
it happens when I am in that box.

not before.

when I put too much
pressure on my self
I strike out.



©2001 by Yosh