Guest Post: Preslie's I Am From Poem

I Am From The Gym

I am from the gym

I am from the bouncing of the volleyball every time I take the first step to enter,

The dragging of the old net and the frayed volleyball cart

I am from the cheering still echoing inside me,

The opposing team trying to get in our heads

I am from the players giving hugs and high fives after the game,

The coach with a huge smile spread across her face

I am from bruises and injuries from diving each game,

The lights reminding me of stars as I look up

I am from perfect passes,

The setter getting flawless sets, 

The hitter getting an astonishing kill

I am from revenge clenching in my teeth,

The sweat dripping slowly down my face

I am from the quiet moments,

The sadness bringing your heart low after a loss

I am from laughter,

The whole team enjoying themselves

I am from singing in the locker room,

The other team joining as we get louder

I am from the sweaty smell coming from the boys locker room,

Their enthusiasm filling the crowd

I am from the squeaks of the rubber shoes gripping the floor,

Getting ready for the game to begin

I am from the bus rides,

The flashes of the phones blinding everyone

I am from the tallness of the other team,

Scaring everyone, only to know she is not an Allstar

I am from the lateness of the night,

The exhilaration keeping me from going to sleep

I am from the pulsing of my veins,

The sensation interrupting my game

I am from the gym,

Where my dreams will be held,

Where my wishes will come true,

And where my eyes will open