Like the sting of a bee,
that never goes away.
No antidote for it,
“just breathe” is all they say.
I am not sick,
nor ecstatic as I play.
Yet my heart shrinks
when facing a new tray.
“Don’t dwell too much on it,"
my therapist would say.
The more attention it receives
the bigger it becomes, I bet.
I guess I’ll live with it,
an invitation to the game.
Teaming up,
to see how far we’ll get.