Snapped Strings

The feelings take by storm all quivering hearts.
Each snap pulls strings attached to my being
Into the air it flies...worrying starts
As trust is placed without guaranteeing.

Our teams we choose whole heartily transform
the judgments made of other colors worn.
In homes we gather weekly to conform
to hate the teammates failing to perform.

But for the love of games we choose to stay
supporting friend's and family's favorite teams.
For this is what consumes us each Sunday.
That flying ball represents grown men's dreams.

Dawn our colors without a second thought.
Those jerseys make us someone we're not.

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