home is a safety net
except mine was a net,
literally.
ivory black brass poles decorated with a wedding-like veil its hexagons teaching me life from different perspectives when i felt like i had no one
those hexagons made me feel like home
a place to fall back on
for others they were just two metal poles
but those stumps were my pillars of support
the ones that held my world together every time it came crashing down shielding and protecting me from all the broken pieces.
if anyone,
those poles have seen my multitudes of failures
witnessed me drag through the tougher days
and feel the happiest on the better ones
yet those poles remain unmoved
rather involuntarily
but i’d like to think otherwise.
those 24×8 feet have seen my life unfurl before them
as if they heard all the thoughts and sounds in my head
and assuaged themselves on the days i needed them to
letting some of my kicks roll in,
bringing me heaving sighs of relief
with chills running down my spine after hearing the swish of the ball against the net.
i like to think of the goal as my best friend
and however absurd it may sound
i hope that that 40 feet of black never fails to deliver me the solace that it does when i need it when i need someplace to feel nothing but safe
nothing but like home
