I Am Here

I sit and I watch
And my heart is full
When The Coach said ‘Hold on, your turn’s next’

I sit while my feet tapped
And my fingers fidgeting
And my smile bright

I sit on the white bleachers
I sit among many like me
Our spirits free, looking into the field

I sit and I laugh
Looking at the players tripping and falling
Into the mud, or onto each other

I sit and I cheer and cheer
When they win, when they lose, when they fall
I cheer loud, so they can hear

I sit and I watch
Many of them leaving for the field
Upon The Coach’s calling

I sit and I see
The smiles on their faces, entering the field
When they do not even know whether they’d win

I sit and I think
I want to be there, on the field
To be battered and celebrated

I sit and wonder
What is not enough of me
That The Coach didn’t even spare me a hit or two

I sit and watch
The bleachers are getting empty
By the minute

I sit and cry
And wonder why The Coach has picked me
Only as a cheerleader

I sit and cry
And wonder why The Coach has decided
To sideline me

I sit and cry
And wonder why The Coach thinks
That I am not worth to be cheered

I am here, Coach
For bruises and hits
I am worth a play

I am here, still
I sit, stay and only watch them play
I don’t want to cheer them anymore, not in anyway