The Gain Line’s Illusion

I saw the space, a beacon wide,
The gain line beckoned, arms spread high.
A burst of speed, my heart took flight,
The try zone near, within my sight.

But sudden wrath, a shadow fell,
A looping arm, a stinging spell.
My charge was stopped, the whistle screamed,
A high tackle crushed my fleeting dream.

Bruised but steady, I rise once more,
The game’s fierce dance, a test, a war.
For every tackle, every fall,
I’ll chase the gain line, give it my all.

Scott Ferrara

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