With a tight grip on the bench, I watch The same bench I melted into this spring, Now warm beneath my sitting. It is time. Time to get back in. Forcing my feet to stand I am not without thanks. Exhaustion renewed by summer months spent Sidelined. Deep breaths and joy for the hope of a fresh start But belly breathing not sufficient to settle the nerves Nerves that make my walking back from the sideline More like marathon legs being told to follow one after another. I don't love this game. This tournament of sorts we've been playing for a few years now One game after another Ever changing opponents threatening a loss of some kind. Heartbreaking loss. Unfair calls and mid game rule change. Very few substitutions. But here we go. It's game time. Little faces are watching from the bleachers. Cheering on their favorites, The underdogs. Eyes peeled. Watching for role models of resilience, strength and character. Our cheerleaders, part of this team. Bless their little hearts. Compl...