Resilient.

 I heard it again tonight.

A ding off the wrist that would have likely gone into the net.

Vein swelling, wrist blue.

"I would have gone off to the bench and said, 'See ya b'ys!'"

Resilient.

I've heard that word a lot over the years.

And I wish to never hear that word again.

Resilient.

I've worked so hard.

I've done nothing but and yet, this.

This is my life now.

This, though not to this magnitude, has always been my life.

Nothing I touch turns to gold.

Everything I touch turns to shit.

And no matter how hard I work and no matter how hard I try the reward is this.

I never wish to hear that word again.

Resilient.

For once in my life I would like to be known for something other than how well I take a hit.