Change Of Direction

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 As I carry the ball forward
I survey all ahead of me – options to the left and to the right
All angles of opportunity…
Or, I consider the direct approach
Like a dagger to the heart
A full frontal assault on the target – a goal to decimate the opposition!

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 And behind me?
I leave behind the beleaguered
The dispossessed
The unbelievers
The doubters
The shouters – those wanting to belittle me, to disrupt me
To unhinge me, to frighten me, to put me down
Those who try to disparage, to hurt, to blurt…
Body shaming slurs / “retard” / “snowflake” / “clown”
Or worse still
Picking out what makes me different
And using it as a barb, to obstruct, or stop me in my tracks

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 But all it does is urge me on

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 I’m conscious we’re in a bubble
Wrapped in concrete and steel
But conscious too, that societal ills
Have seeped into our playscape

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Is all this vitriol meant?
Or is it a dint of devilment, a tool to disturb and blunt, the sharpness I bring



Self-analysing the last line:
My ear is attuned to the Irish lilt, they would pronounce it “dint of divilment” (scans better).
I dropped the question mark deliberately, wanting to emphasise positivity.
“I” or “we”? Again, I wanted to empower the reader with the positivity of self-worth.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/change-of-direction/