by The Cowl Editor on February 8, 2019
Poetry
by Grace O’Connor ’22
I woke up wishing I was still asleep
It was a cold November morning
A shiver went through my body
My Yankee blanket not even keeping me warm
I don’t have the motivation to wake up
I stare at the blue walls around me
I won’t be waiting for the last bell
I won’t be hearing the ball bouncing
I won’t feel my sweat-stained shirt stick to my skin
I won’t get to feel the excitement of scoring
Oh how much I miss this
The crowd cheering is non-existent
The buzzing of the scoreboard is not pure happiness
How could something I love seem impossible to do again
The blue and white pride seems pointless
I’m not on top anymore
I don’t want to think about basketball
My life was supposed to be a score but instead was a miss
Now I am here unable to move from my bed