Strike Out!

On Deck,
Feeling Confident,
I've practiced enough,
I got the mechanics down, and I know exactly what to do.

It's my turn now,
The hitter in front of me got a base hit,
Get up to the plate,
anxiety attacks!

No! No! No!
What do I do now?
The pitcher releases the ball,
I see it cross over my bat

Strike One!

I feel my hips, shoulder, and head flying out.
I'm trying to kill the ball instead of making solid contact.
I'm down in the count,
Take a deep breath to relax.
Step in the batters box again,
Oh no! Another anxiety attack.

No! No! No!
What do I do now?
The pitcher releases the ball,
Do I swing or let the pitch go?

Strike Two!

It's the pitcher's count now.
I'm expecting the junk.
Get in the box again,
And take ball one.

Thank you God.

Close my eyes,
Try to relax my body and my thoughts once more.
Get in the box again,
Calm as can be.
No Anxiety attack
I know what I have to do.

The pitcher releases the ball,
I don't see it cross over my bat,
My hips, shoulder, and head flies out
But a swing without contact means...

Strike Three! I'm out...

I hate striking out!
I hate it!
I hate it!
I hate it!