Due up on deck
but no bat to hit with.
Trembling up to the plate with your arm out stretched: a lose/lose situation.
3 strikes your out, and contact will have you react, well, you can use your imagination.
The pain will pull your muscles; causing angst.
I believe that to be a better outcome than not even getting a taste
of the beauty brought by connecting with the ball.
She will leave you with feisty fire ant bites on your palm.
Your hand: as red as the heart you somewhat have.
Though the fire inflicted to your exterior does not compare to the one inside; it is simply no match.
It is the kind that sets ablaze your love for the game until all throwers retract.
Leaving one pitcher who challengingly stings, yet still allows home runs for you're her man.
When noticing this vulnerability is when you can give in, retire, and hang up your hat.
Awaiting is an infinite seventh inning stretch for jumping up to grab quite a catch.
