As mental health awareness month comes to a close, I’d like to share a bit of my personal meditation. Poetry and tennis. It’s what’s helped get me through the pandemic. Game on. BREAK POINT Who knew I’d fall in love with this country club sport? I’m not the type that grew up going to resorts Fluorescent yellow or electric lime I wanna play tennis all the fucking time It got me off Zoloft and makes me feel free It’s helped me regain my sanity Which everyone loses from time to time Especially in a pandemmy in a world full of crimes But the biggest injustice we usually do is to ourselves Spreading ourselves so thin, it’s a personal hell But oddly enough, tennis has leveled me out Sure I’m no Serena, but I want to be, no doubt Because the biggest match of all is the one we have inside So we have to speak up and swallow our pride I may not have trophies, but I have a trophy pose I toss the balls high, I perfect my throw Lobbing, mobbing, moons balls in the sky I love it so much, it’s my new kinda high Moaning Myrtle, I was, crying in the tennis court loo Questioning my life, what should I do? Tennis has saved me, it’s taught me new ways to swing I don’t know about u, but this is my new thing The inner game of tennis, a metaphor for life It’s all LOVE on the court, it’s my doubles partner, that’s right