The regrets come and goes like a boomerang, But what doesn’t leave is the fear of getting an injury. It was a pain that every day was going to hang. That pain was my greatest enemy.
Kept hearing voices of fear of getting injured, in my head. Two years without playing baseball, thought I couldn’t play again. That led for me those two years to get depressed. My thoughts felt like a hurricane while laying on my bed.
Wanting to step on that field that I call home. That pain felt like someone hitting my knees with a bat. Trying to figure out how to heal felt like I was chrome.
That pain that I thought I could never overcome, Like breaking a brick wall with my bare hands. A feeling that torments you “PAIN”.