Strings of a Tennis Racket Like a Spider's Web | Teen Ink

Strings of a Tennis Racket Like a Spider's Web

October 26, 2022
By DylannnnnnnnV BRONZE, Congers, New York
DylannnnnnnnV BRONZE, Congers, New York
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Here I stand

Racket held loosely,

the top

scratching across white-lined asphalt.


Annoyed.

Resigned and annoyed.

Not mad,

definitely not mad.


Wondering

how much I’ll be made to endure

Wondering

when someone will tell me

that I’ve done enough.

Drag me off the court

because I can’t do it myself.


Does a fly

trapped in a spider’s web

try to break free?

Or does it surrender,

Go quietly,

Knowing

the futility

Knowing

how much what’s coming

will hurt.


But flies have an excuse.

Flies don’t have mouths.

A fly can’t tell the spider,

“I don’t want this.”

“This is too much for me.”

A fly can’t say,

“Why am I even here?”

“I want to give up.”

But I can.

Yet I’m no better

than a lowly insect.


The author's comments:

I don't play tennis for love of the sport anymore. I do it because I've been told I need to do it. And sometimes, the will of others is more powerful than what I truly want.


Similar Articles

JOIN THE DISCUSSION

This article has 0 comments.