Change Up

Swinging for the fences,

Always on the offensive.

Hitting balls out of the park,

All day long leaving my mark.

Without warning; without sound,

Life turned completely around.

The pitcher threw at me a change up,

My swing the curve ball did interrupt.

I caught a piece of the ill-placed ball,

Which almost caused me to slip and fall.

Again and again the change-ups came,

Ruining my status, name, and fame.

Record marred; pride charred,

The comeback was ever so hard.

Working on seeing the challenging offerings,

As a gift to grow; not constant suffering.

Going through the daily motions of taking pitches,

Taking pitches when stakes weren’t highest.

Developing skills for the bases loaded moment,

Where time and effort are main components.

Don’t be dismayed if longer it takes,

The daily steps no progress seem to make.

For up close its hard to see the changes,

But little by little changes the challenge.