despite the loaded bases,
i’ll throw one more,
checking the first
and the second,
finally the third,
hoping to close it out
and get the save,
but this is the end,
no matter what happens,
and in that freedom,
i’ll wind myself up,
hoping to not let you down.

when the speare no longer needs a shield
i plan to step in and oh how i’ll wield
a pen of greatest portions
denying the smallest doubting notions